The illusion could not be more prevalent. It is in our love poetry, on our football pitches, it’s in the teddy-bear we’ve had since before we could walk. It’s under the bed at night, in every embarrassing memory, every worst-case scenario, the run you cannot go without, the dress you have to buy. It’s in our fear of lateness, of ill health, of disaster, decimation, spiders, responsibility, you name it. It’s in the excitement for your birthday gifts, dependence on your partner, relief at the good weather. It’s in our quest for “positive thinking” and deep-seated fear of being unhappy. It’s in the self-help books, on the radio, it’s coming from our teachers, parents, friends, partners, enemies, neighbours, idols, colleagues, team-mates.