I walk by the box everyday, sometimes even a half a dozen times, and every time I walk by the box I think the same thing — Damn, that box is still there!
Damn straight it is!
The box. Out in the open for all to see. And there it remains. Everyday. Sometimes even half a dozen times. The box doesn’t move. It really doesn’t. The box is in its place. Why would it need to be anywhere else? It is there to remind us. Of something so important. So important that I don’t know if you will get it. Do you get it?
The box isn’t moving.
Because it has nowhere to go.
I choose to go somewhere.
I choose to move forward.
I choose my choice!
Oh yeah and ALSO.
I have a blog.
And it is NOT password protected.
Because that is not the point.
