Monday, January 14, 2019
Boxes....
We wake up in a smaller box that is part of a larger box.
Depending on the routine, we will enter another smaller box for a time then proceed to
another smaller box where there is an even smaller box that is cold.
We take nourishment from smaller boxes, then head back to the second box to stand
in another smaller box to be washed with water that comes from a smaller box partially
buried in the ground upon which our larger box is built.
Once the morning routine is done we leave our larger box and proceed to enter an aerodynamic
box that then joins hundreds or thousands of other various boxes going to ten of thousands
of large boxes where we spend all day toiling.
Then we get back in our small aerodynamic box, commute with all the other boxes and return
to "our" box.
There, we enter and head to the box with the small cold box and get boxes of nourishment. Some are placed in a small box that gets hot.
Some will retire after this,and for a bit, sit in another box and watch a small flat box
that tells us what to think and how to be.
After a time, we return again to the box that has the smaller box with hot water. Then off
to the original box to sleep.
No wonder I want to spend most weekends in the woods.
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Hey, aren't those Boxelders?
ReplyDeleteIn short, are we just cats?
ReplyDeleteYou left out the warm self lubricating inviting box that drives us to master all the other boxes.
ReplyDeleteThere is also that "circle" thingy also.
ReplyDeleteThat's... a sad state of affairs, and yes, we ALL do it... sigh
ReplyDeleteIrish, you nailed it.
ReplyDeleteAgree..however some of spend the week where you spend the wknd ! woods work is a poor mans pay - but it's not all about the $$$$
ReplyDeletemaybe it's about the boxes -
There is a song about little boxes from the 1950's or 60's.
ReplyDeleteHeltau
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes
Little boxes
Little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same
And the people in the houses all go to the university
And they all get put in boxes, little boxes all the same
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martini dry
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university
And they all get put in boxes, and they all come out the same
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
And they all get put in boxes, little boxes all the same
There's a green one, and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same
Songwriters: Malvina Reynolds
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