Take three people and put them in one location. Add a juggler with three balls. The three people will watch the juggler with rapt attention for hours.
Maybe we are "hard-wired" to admire a person that can keep three balls in the air. It gives us a sense that chaos can in somer magical way be controlled.
I've talked to all three sons this week. I almost feel like a juggler. The rest of the world seems to be going to hell in a handbasket but talking to "the boys" (who are really men) gives me a sense that not everything is out of control. What is control anyway?
If things are going the way I want them does that mean I'm "in control" or that the world is just sneaking up behind me ready to scream, "Trick or Treat!."
Where's that damn candy?