We live in our shelters of convienence , our society of rules and safety. Some of us want to escape and some of us like the formula. The question that remains is the “box” save or is it an illusion of safety.
The water slides down the steel plate and at the end it makes a collison with the other side. The other side, the green grass or the unknown enemy. It looks the same, it’s feels the same, it’s tasts the same, but is still the otherside.