Once upon a time, I thought that carpe diem was profound. I thought that the idea of being in charge of destiny was possible. I just had no bloody clue.

Then I learned about things. That the body can betray, and make all the planning in the world obsolete. That events occur that are unplanned, and that change decisions in an instant. That people can bollux up the best laid agendas with their competing agendas. That control is an illusion that causes more grief than good.

Then I started taking Latin and fell in love. All in an instant. And life was changed for me forever. Because of that Latin/love combination. Not what I planned at all. It changed the plans that were in progress. It was a ride that had no precedent. But I do remember plenty of Latin catch phrases. I just wouldn't live my live via their wisdom. There are also plenty of feeble attempts to wrest control that still occur. But they are becoming more infrequent.

I should consider myself lucky to have basic bowel control, control over my desire to shout obscenities at inappropriate times, and contrived control over what I write on the page. All else has devolved into an elaborate crapshoot with ever-changing rules and characters.

But isn't it fun???