thoughts about blockiness

I'm looking at a gigantic white box right now with a cap. The cap has a penguin. I looked at this earlier tonight and something came alive in my mind, a dormant area that looked at this box and found it unnecessary.

I traced my finger across the side of the page you are looking at now, and traced a tree trunk, and from this tree trunk, a branch that reached out and stretched upwards and outwards. It looked like a kid's book illustration, and it was gorgeous.

The box limits us, but only when we think that the borders have to be there. When we know that the rules have changed, when the world is shaken up, we find out we can do so much more.

Huzzah!