I want to dedicate 2014 to the God of Small Things. Not to the God of High Return No Risk. Not to the God of Derivative Trading. Not even to the God of Guaranteed Return Pension Plans. Nope. Those are chimeras that disappear at touch. Mirages that dissolve as you approach. In contrast, The God of Small Things is all about the banal, the boring, the tedious, the ordinary. The rituals are painstaking and only the very dedicated persist. But, once you’ve made the God of Small Things smile, you move to another level in the game—that of being the Master of Your Universe. Not the entire Universe, just the little bit of blue that you call your own. And that’s not a bad place to be. Certainly, it’s less exciting than being a giant squid wrapped around the face of humanity, but unarguably more grounded and secure.