We walk around in the illusion of control, like Ants in a farm. Round and round we revolve on a Merry Go Round of fantasy. Each of us secure in the fact that we can decide to make changes at will. All the while, the earth turns and the wind blows and with one tiny change in direction a cool breeze becomes a Tornado or a tropical wind becomes a Hurricane and like Ants we scramble to save what we think is precious to us, yet we are simply swept away in the tide of confusion as our delusional bubble is burst. Confounded, we grasp at the straws of reality and in an abrupt instances, we realize that we are truly masters of nothing.