Half of you wants to raise a wide, generous structure and half wants to blow up the current one in the same hour, because the walls feel too tight to breathe in. Jupiter holds the long vision at one end of your chart, Uranus the sudden jolt that wants out now at the other. Ride the vision and the spark calls you a coward. Ride the spark and the vision calls you naive. Your steady friends find you unreadable, and your wild friends find you too much of a dreamer. Both ends are honestly yours. Eventually you let the spark cut the doorway and the vision hold the room it opened. Spark by itself is just noise. Vision by itself is just theory.