I realized that we don't need to just think out of the box. We need to think out of the Cracker Jacks box, the dry cake mix box, the box that Jello came in, the box that every "gift of love" that we got for our birthdays and celebrations came in and the jack-in-the-box box.
Then, of course, there's the box that all of the cartoon characters and TV show characters that we loved and identified with were beamed to us through. Even though even as a kid, I thought the old ladies sitting on folding chairs talking about the latest installment of Peyton Place were nuts to be talking about a show instead of reality; I wonder how many times flickers of the TV I stared into hypnotically.
Then I thought about the Aboriginals and tried to imagine what is it to be Natural Man - to sleep in nature and awake in nature. And I realized I have only seen them on a square, flat, flickering screen.
When we die, we will be put into another box.