I panic when I cannot sleep.
I cannot sleep because I panic.
I know damn well that there’s no
real cause for alarm, but it doesn’t
matter. Controlling the process
is controlling the direction
of the wind.

I am sad when I see cruelty. Because of cruel people I am sad.
I know that these persons are
primarily hurt, but it doesn’t matter.
Controlling the process is controlling
the height of the waves as they wash
the shore.

I draw a circle and it is round. When I
see a round shape, it is a circle. It doesn’t matter. They’re one and the same and all of life is like this. We wonder, when it does not matter, which of all came first. Controlling the process is holding hands and expecting not to be strangers.