Choose your life. Choose your being. If you don't, the mind chews you. Even if it gums you to death, its breadth and droolty are noxious and noisome. This winter is a time to get sick and tired of the mind, of Creation and of all its sufferful games. You do have a choice about your identification in the machinery of karma. As Mars is retrograde for a couple of months, you get to see that what you do does not undo the suffering for you or them in any real way. It will change it perhaps, but so what? Exchanging one kind of suffering for a more subtle brand is essentially useless. Effects occur, but they are F/X. Smoke and mirrors are romantic in a blind and ignorance-is-bliss kind of stumble, grumble, humble way. If you find it fun to hither, thither and dither, have at it. If you are tired of that, claim your consciousness and clear your karma. The Game is getting gamier. The Grind leaves you feeling grounded. The Hope is dope on a rope while you get the hang of it. Moving into your new Complex will keep you busy, but........ wouldn't you rather realize the elegant simplicity of your own being?