Strange Platypus(es) Part II


There is a place where I met a group of men who live their lives bounded within a box. All these men face inward toward the center, they never look outward, and it is their business each day to make a more complete review of all things inside the box. As I peered over the walls I heard them saying in unison: "Oh how great and wonderful is our box, for there is naught that exists outside it! Blessed be our box, for we created it and by our hands it was created." Any assertion that there is in fact something, indeed a good many things, outside their box is met with the upmost resistance. Indeed, they will not even turn to hear you nor acknowledge your existence until you step within the confines of their box. Once inside, any attempt to tell them of the outside world is utterly in vain for they will assure you that you have always been within their box and since nothing exists outside their box you must be a liar or deluded. Oh how they delight to spend both their venom and their condescension on those who would tell them of a world outside their most beauteous and magnificent box!

Comments

luminarumbra said…
Boxes are best used as helmets while attempting to fly while running down grassy hill slopes. They aren't very practical for living in at all.
James said…
Or transmogrifyers. Don't forget them!

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