Thought Distillery

Here is a passage I took an affinity to from a piece entited Dear Norm.

… It strikes me you are obsessed with boxes. You live in one, work in one, travel in one, eat out of one, and are entertained by one. You put really bad people in them, you put yourself in them. You put your gifts in them, your property in them, your food in them. Everything is contained, especially your emotions.You really seem unable to accept things as they are, as they come. I hope your hideaway is comfortable- don’t you just hate those noisy neighbors! I see you got your car with sound proofing. One day they will bury you in a box, or burn you in one.

(I couldn’t resist putting that itself into a box!)