I love to confess the “universe” means one song. It is a song that is well orchestrated, and anything out of step with it is an irregularity that will eventually fall by the wayside in times inexorable forward journey. The problem is that the blast of dissonance in the celestial symphony, the anomaly, is us. As the years go by, we fall into human mistake and out of sync with the universe biorhythm. The problem is compounded by the truth that we can’t stop the heartbeat of the universe. But we can attempt to get back into step with it. For, like it or not, you are on your own when it comes to setting up your body clock, you are either a morning butterfly or a night moth.