There is a time and a place for control,but if we put it in charge of our lives we end up totally rigid. The figure is encased in the angles of pyramid shapes that surround him. Light glitters and glints off his shiny surfaces,but does not penetrate. It’s as if he is almost mummified inside this structure he’s built up around himself. His fists are clenched,and his stare is blank,almost blind. The lower part of his body beneath the table is a knife point,a cutting edge that divides and separates. His world is ordered and perfect,but it is not alive–he cannot allow any spontaneity or vulnerability to enter it. The image of the King of Clouds reminds us to take a deep breath,loosen our neckties,and take it easy. If mistakes happen,it’s okay. If things get a little out of hand,it’s probably just what the doctor ordered. There is much,much more to life than being ‘on top of things’.