The man in the box
Once upon a time there was a man who lived in a box. It was a nice box, with a nice size, and it was nice inside the box. Everything worked in the box, all the systems supported each other, and everyone supported (or was supposed to support) the system of the box. The box was not always perfect, but it was real, and the box was the right place to be. Besides, where else could there be? When you lived in a box you had to accept the box for what it was, that was the reality of it all. For the most part the box was comfortable, but emotions were not generally part of the box, it was just a requirement of life to live in a box.Sometimes living in the box was difficult. The man knew without any doubt that living in the box was the only place an intelligent person could live, but some people didn't seem to get it. The man had friends and relatives who would come over and start talking about the world and places outside of the box trying to convince him that there was more to life. They didn't understand the way the man did that life was the box. Why was he the only one that understood that the meaning of life was within the box? It could be so frustrating for the man to talk to people who just didn't get it. We
People just needed to live in the box, and things would come to them a lot more easily. Why, he always asked himself was it so hard for other people to accept the box as the place they belonged?When the man died, things were a bit strange. They were in for a surprise when they died and would realize that the box was it all along. As the man began to recede into his elderly years it became more and more difficult to live in the box. The man was home, and he felt like he'd wanted it for so long that it was so good to finally be here. re most people not aware, or just stupid? It was a hard one for the man to understand, but to get along with everyone he would mostly keep silent and just listen to conversations. Then, he felt so angry that he lashed out at the universe in a childlike tirade. Since other peoples thoughts were originating outside the box, they were often illogical and definitely not sensible. The man was actually a very nice person, but even small conversations with people outside the box were a burden for him. Sometimes it seemed like those that lived in the box were actually becoming outnumbered. They didn't realize it, but this usually just forced the man deeper into the box. Some in the box and some flying around out of the box, and laughed even louder at the scene in front of him. At once he understood, he was part of the light. He was floating in the air - somewhere, and felt as if he was weightless and as free as a bird.
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