More. Luck. What you believe.

The helium balloon. Wherever Jupiter sits, you have more than enough. And not usually money. A talent, a trait, a kind of luck. So much of it you can afford to give it away. Generosity. Joy, optimism, the benefit of the doubt. The fearless one.

It doesn't know the word enough. More, bigger, further. Jupiter inflates whatever it touches and never finds the brakes. Same engine, gift and problem. Jupiter is also what you believe. Your morals, your big picture, your personal religion. The thing you'd float off the ground for.