I manage to control just about everything that I need to (excluding chocolate, over which I admit that I have no power), and… ... ... ... must . . . . . have . . . . . . . . . . brainz! I guess it depends on where you’re going, doesn’t it? I mean, we all have to go home. You know Robert Frost’s definition of ‘home’? “The place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.” But otherwise, that “little dude” you’re talking about sounds a lot like the “little dude” (some bigger than others, if that makes any difference) that all of us dudes have. And we’re so proud. (He definitely stops our thinking sometimes.)