But we have little to do with either choice. The events are not meaningful in and of themselves. They are more about growing and moving along. They are merely about cycles that are themselves only about other cycles. There are cycles and then there are cycles.
Some cycles seem like they blend into one another like ketchup blends into mayonnaise.
And once blended together, we cannot seem to recall when one ended and the other began. They just sort of homogenize. There seems no specific day or event to which we can point to indicate and end or a beginning. It is more like a continuation of what was previously going on in our lives only in somewhat of a different form. But there are also cycles that seem to have finite, discrete boundaries, like the line on the moon dividing day from night.