How much importance should we give to what we think we own or control? When we lose something unexpectedly and our joy for life seems to evaporate, we anticipate everlasting pain and sorrow and wish desperately that it could avoided or erased. In watching “A Single Man” it reminded me of the first time I saw “The Unbearable Lightness of Being”. With both movies my take away was that I (any many of us) spend to much time in the illusion of having control of our lives, certain that our next moment will be far better then the one we are in, and that it is our job to make the next moment matter, for it to have some significance. But life is not as heavy as we think.