The boxes of men

What would the world be without straight lines?

What would freedom be without mazes?

What would men be without boxes?

Categories? Hierarchies? Levels? Stages? Mechanisms? Models? Theories? Systems? Programs? Stories? Magic shows? Constructions?

What would Life be without games?

The excitement of being lost and finally found, of being trapped then finally freed, of speeding fast on straight highways, of not having but wanting and finally finding or … conquering, of not knowing but exploring and finally discovering, of imagining and making it …

It’s all good while everybody is having fun. So something goes wrong. A million solutions pop up at that exact moment of seeing a problem. You just have to calm down and then … look. Don’t take it too seriously! It’s not a race. It’s not a competition. It’s not a must. It’s a will. It’s a joy.

Straight lines and boxes make beautiful patterns. How fun to run through them, through the empty alleys between boxes! How swiftly flows …

Human being does not fit into any of the boxes, except merely their thinking (which isn’t really theirs but imprinted through conditioning). Have a look yourself: 7 a.m. the human wakes up. Which box should we fit him? 7:30 a.m. human being drinks his coffee. Which box does fit now? 8:00 a.m. human being brushes his teeth, washes his face, puts on his clothes. Which box should fit now? Human being drives a car, walks on sidewalks, climbs stairs, rides a bus, a plane, takes a swim in the sea, falls in love, makes a house, has kids, goes to work, pays taxes … Which box now? Which box now?

No, human being doesn’t fit into a box. Perhaps only their imposed thinking may fit.

Who created the different boxes of thinking?

Hopefully, he had fun doing it.

©️A. Garden, February 2020