I hold myself in my arms like a vise driven tight only I control the pressure yet somehow it is beyond my grasp the world spins madly like a dervish gone wild I plant myself firmly against it futile though that may be it isn't the world that arrests me but my own will with which I wrangle in vain attempt to attain the slightest of control the world scarcely notes this futile and fruitless fray as one attempts to win over that which will not be won I am master of my wil...