control

I want to give a name to my would-be killer. What should I call him? Something that will ease his presence in my mind, make him look foolish, like he is of no threat and never was, which is in fact the truth. I don't want his real name, which is meaningless to me, but instead something I control, something I own, some way to own that piano-idiot who attacked me.

I feel like I have lost all control. I am going to roll with it.

When I lose control, I lose my cool and I pass the point of no RTN.

Some people are like satellite. They can be in the middle of nowhere and still will strike messages like lightning using Whatsapp, Facebook, SMS and Skype to tell others what to do. Dont let people be the "Dick Taters" in your life and stop you from changing your lifestyle. Take control of your life as your happiness is in your hands.

Stop trying to control how you feel, and instead take control of what you do.

The last five years had been a series of carefully orchestrated events. Every move, every strategy had been poured over in painstaking detail before it was set into motion. Pieces on a chess board. A collision of fate and circumstance. I__ planned for every hitch. Every contingency. Except the one that blindsided me like a vat of acid to the face. I fell in love with her.

The only thing you have 100 percent control over is you.

Control.... is not what we need.What we need is to bend to the tempest like pine and palm trees - flexible, adaptive, attuned, yet fully rooted in our principles.

For, occupied incessantly with the consideration of the limits prescribed to their power by nature, they [philosophers of former times] became so entirely convinced that nothing was at their disposal except their own thoughts, that this conviction was of itself sufficient to prevent their entertaining any desire of other objects; and over their thoughts they acquired a sway so absolute, that they had some ground on this account for esteeming themselves more rich and more powerful, more free and more happy, than other men who, whatever be the favors heaped on them by nature and fortune, if destitute of this philosophy, can never command the realization of all their desires.

He roars, __hat have you done?__ don__ answer. My heart beats crazy happy just to see her get across the iron. She__ not burned. She__ still human.__ara._ His voice is measured. __ need her to maintain control.___ou don__ need to be in control. You__e all trapped. So there__l be no more stealing boys, no more shooting arrows in the woods, getting people lost. It__ all over._ The metal is cold on my fingers.Devyn grabs more wire, starts another flight. A group of pixies leaps for him, screaming, a wild, chaotic mess. They start clawing at each other, lost in fear and hunger, angry. A pixie in a pink dress shrieks when another wearing a black gown lashes at her, slashing through the skin on her arm.__ara?_ The king tries to be calm and nice. He tries to look human. It doesn__ work. __o you know what this means? Do you know the power that I__l lose? The need? We will fight in here. We will kill each other.___ know,_ I say and my voice shakes as I stare at him, this man who is in my blood, but not me. He is not me. Still, I understand his need, his fear. He is stuck in this awful place where there is no moral way to move forward. ____ so sorry.__nd I am.

But we do neither: we never fail, and we never succeed. We are not the designers of our lives. Life is the designer of us. Life is vast and grand, intelligent, clever, and completely unknowable. It always has the last word. It is the last word. Life interrupts us when we are at our most self-assured. Life diverts us when we are hellbent on going elsewhere. Life arrives in a precise and yet unplanned sequence to deliver exactly what we need in order to realize our greatest potential. The delivery is not often what we would choose, and almost never how we intend to satisfy ourselves, because our potential is well beyond our limited, ego-bound choices and self serving intentions.

Here__ a simple test to check and see if you have surrendered or if you are still struggling with control. When you are miserable, stressed, doubtful, and fearful, you are in control. When you are happy, peaceful, confident, and faithful, God is in control.

A leader did not slump. A leader was in control. Even when he least felt like he controlled anything. Especially then.

His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a field of control.

But, and here comes the rub, all of us feel that we are in complete control of our desire for things. We would never admit to an ungovernable spirit of covetousness. The problem is that we, like the alcoholic, are unable to recognize the disease once we have been engulfed by it. Only by the help of others are we able to detect the inner spirit that places wealth about God. And we must come to fear the idolatrous state of covetousness because the moment things have priority, radical obedience becomes impossible.

All defensiveness stems from the need to be right and frustration over not being able to control others.

These signs are real. They are also symptoms of a process. The process follows the same form, the same structure. To apprehend it you will follow the signs. All talk of cause and effect is secular history, and secular history is a diversionary tactic. Useful to you, gentlemen, but no longer so to us here. If you want the truth _ I know I presume _ you must look into the technology of these matters. Even into the hearts of certain molecules _ it is they after all which dictate temperatures, pressures, rates of flow, costs, profits, the shapes of towers_''You must ask two questions. First, what is the real nature of synthesis? And then: what is the real nature of control?

Meetings were an important means of Communist control. They left people no free time, and eliminated the private sphere. The pettiness which dominated them was justified on the grounds that prying into personal details was a way of ensuring thorough soul-cleansing. In fact, pettiness was a fundamental characteristic of a revolution in which intrusiveness and ignorance were celebrated, and envy was incorporated into the system of control.