The truth is that the world is run by single guy in a small apartment in Paris, France. He runs the world between 09:00 to 11:30 weekdays and 10:30 and 11:30 on weekends. It was a quiet job, somebody needed to do it. This job had got into his hands by nothing but a fleeting chance and some part bad luck. It was routine, paid in decently and nobody even knew that this job existed. He did not have clue way. It was mostly just paperwork, signing this and that and sending it on it’s way. Use of email and other electronic communications in this job did not exit. He even had a letter saying it would never happen. It was from his boss, what his boss was running he had no idea. Maybe the moon or the universe. It was in the end all just speculation for him. At least the working hours are short during the week and even shorter during the weekend.