Who holds the key of life

The biggest lie human beings continue to perpetuate is that we are the clever species. We shout it with all our might and browbeat our chests like gorillas. In fact at every turn we convince ourselves of our superiority that we do not see the small creatures, things and other stuff plotting our downfall.
Yeah brethren, there are other life forms that are plotting quietly and laugh while we sit in complete arrogance. We can think yes, but are we sure we are the masters of the universe? Take the lowly globe for example. In a bigger scheme of things it may not be very important. In fact you can do without it by lighting a candle, a fire a torch (oops it has a globe also).
There may be feelings of earlier disorientation as the bulb goes and you are suddenly plunged into darkness.
But as you would have noticed, the eyes gradually get used to the darkness and you can pretty much get around with bruised legs and dislocated knee caps. Jump into the car and race to your nearest supermarket or convenience shop. As you make it just in time before closing, you let out a huge sigh of relief that choice is wide. And herein comes the challenge.
All these globes stare back at you. They are tired of the dust and the cold shop they want to go and be useful somewhere. Is your dead bulb a screw on or pin on (or whatever it is called)? How many watts is it? Is it the big screw in or the smaller version? In the near panic you take different bulbs just to widen your choice and to ensure you have light. Hopefully you remember to buy batteries – and a bulb – for the torch.
Before you know it, you have sets of different bulbs in your house that you cannot use at all. Who wants to take them back? Besides you always throw the receipt away and you have no stomach to haggle with a Spar employee who thinks smiling is a swear word.
And then there is milk. It does not matter whether you warm it with the microwave oven or on the open stove. Two out of three times, milks finds a way to spill. And then there are socks. Whatever happens to socks? Somehow you end up with a host of them without partners.
There are many of these strange happenings we cannot explain and yet we think we run the universe? Ask the socks, bulbs and milk.
They may just hold the secrets to the universe.