Control brings chaos and pain, harmony and sympathy. Control weighs us down, almost as if there was a rather large anvil on your chest. Control comes in any shape or form. Control of oneself, of each other, of animals, of science, of space, of our brains, our books, and even of the world. Yet, there is a question to be answered, control, although usually accompanied by retaliation, is necessary? Control, although usually accompanied by loss, is wanted? Us homo-sapiens it seems, actually long for it. Long for no unique thought to pass our brains. We allow politicians and influencers to completely and totally manipulate us into believing that their thoughts were our own. That the deformities our society has created are the definition of unique, of being one- in- a- million. That is the difference. We believe our new world and the things it allows are unique, but the real true men and women of this world were never unique, oh no. They were idiosyncratic. They were intelligent and brave, gracious and had morals. Ethics. They were the true people of tomorrow and never today. They were the type of people who would remind us that the past is history, the future a mystery, and today a gift, called the present. So, change today while we can, they’d whisper. Be idiosyncratic… They’d shout…