are you sure you know where we're going?

this morning, there is no wind blowing to lift the flag off the flagpole. tree branches are still. it is raining and the only discernible wind comes from the movement of my car into the still air. i think i might actually be in control: self-determination should be my right to expect. how can this be another's universe? it is my universe. lacking any additional evidence of command; i do have the argument of perspective - from where i sit, it looks like my universe, even when the wind blows. heck, why not? that's the motto, in my universe.