You’re winding me up, right? Astrology? Really? ROFLMAO. I used to do Tarot cards. That stuff can mean whatever you want it to mean.
Intelligent design? An intelligent designer would have put the brain in the chest cavity, behind the ribs and close to the blood and oxygen supply, not stuck it out on the end of a fragile neck. An intelligent designer would have spatially separated the windpipe and the oesophagus so we don’t choke on food. An intelligent designer would have given us four limbs to stand on and two to manipulate things with, so we don’t spend so much time falling over. So either your designer is as dumb as a bag of rocks, or they don’t exist.
People strive for the betterment of humanity in their own ways. Some are kind and supportive, others are calm and reasoned. Me, I’m sarcastic and grumpy and rude. One, because it’s in my nature to be so. Two, because I’ve noticed that people, especially stupid people (and there are a Hell of a lot of those), respond with far greater alacrity and conviction to a kick up the arse than they ever do to kindness and reason. If that makes me a dick, I’m perfectly content to be one. An unapologetic one.