Sometimes things that we do are small pieces of sand in a big pile. One piece out of place won't change much.
Sometimes a particular decision we make determines how the rest of the "game" will look like.
This is probably going to be the last post in this calendar year, so: may in the coming year, whatever the significance of its reckoning is, we find a way to unite the gashmius and the ruchnius. On every level.
And make as few stupid decisions as possible.
And have a little more bitachon in Eibeshter.