All manner of baby brainitis is roaring in people. The rebirthing of Aries triggers one to one's birth. The resulting incarnation inflammation sets your short hairs on fire. You are very likely to be feeling tweaky, cranky and grindy. Take your own self, your life and everybody else with some grains of salt (and perhaps tequila and lime). Being in Creation is an endless insecurity in which you go chasing after your self through unconscious projection stories of capturing more gold or god or what have you in the name of securing your self. The pressure to know and do and get makes more and more noise as you are lead farther and farther from your own being. Then there's the cheery on top. Being grateful for the dull suffering of it all is supposed to be the balm of your spirit. Balms away! They never have worked. Wake up and smell the neuroses. Don't make it real. Let it all dissolve. All that is left is you and you are the fun. Realizing your own being affords you the play with the Dream. Go flay the kites. Cut the strings attached. Tip toe through the dualness. Your being wants to play.