barely below the surface a thin veil struggles to contain the emotions jockeying for the limelight.  frustration, delight, love, confusion, apathy, joy, anger.  they each take their turn.  but the process that pushes one over the other is a mystery.  a political race, the death of someone close, a tough day, a surprise party, a love note left - how can outside forces so insignificant in the grand scheme of life cause such a shift?  to think a person, event or circumstance would have the power to influence emotion over action is preposterous . . . or is it?  it happens constantly.   is this living?  or is living controlling the emotion?