I live these lives that all of a sudden pick up their own Will. From the new place and people, their motivations and the motivations of nature take over. The weather will do what it will do. The molecules in the air will do what they will. My friends will gently and kindly push me along in the direction that the group is already moving. So I get picked up like a leaf in the wind and it requires nothing of me at all expect that I do not resist. before I know it I’m part of the mob that moves on its own; the universal Will is supplanted in place of my own.