Life's balance rests in a place where our hands can not reach. Its changeless face stares at us from within, as we pretend to move things around or make things somehow different, the universe continues to spin paying no attention.
The temperature of our sun ... the rotation of earth on her axis ... the number of stars in our sky ... where the oceans decide to flow ... these are some of the things over which we have no control. Wind, seasons, and cycles of entrophy seem unmoved by our prayers, dogmas, chants, dances, and cries.
We entertain thoughts of great control over our environment, our conditions, and our societies, but truly, who among us can undo a thing already done? Who claims to be able to add a thing uncreated?
Who controls what?