Outside the Box

Based on a real conversation....because...I really talk about these things.

Two birds were sitting on a telephone pole. One was quite exotic with red, black, and green feathers, the other more rare than the common pigeon sporting the colors of yellow, black and green.
“Get in the BOX!” she said after the more exotic bird expressed his liberal thoughts. And if you looked there really was a box.
“It’s like everyone else thinks in this box but you think in triangles, no, not even triangles, diamonds, parallelograms, trapezoids…not even those! Like, this unknown everychanging shape. Does it even have a shape?” she didn’t wait for a response. “There’s a term for that kind of matter.. morph..morphing” Neither of them could think of the word. So Not-so-exotic consulted the pigeon (Google) who was so familiar with the crevices of libraries and by-the-book facts that continue to be facts until someone proves otherwise. The pigeon tells her that amorphous is such matter, an example could be water.
“Your thoughts are like water.” She continues “that takes she shape of it’s container. But your thoughts are never really contained..”
“That’s true.” Said the other, his responses were limited and he was accustomed to these rants because she often seeked his views
but hated to agree with it.
“You see.” She continues. “I don’t think in the box either. Maybe it once was a box, but I continued to add sides until it became a pentagon….then an octagon and whatever ‘gon after that. And then..I couldn’t add anymore sides until it’s shape became round like wheels..that continuously roll. It became like this sphere. Like the earth. Did you know the earth is a sphere?” she asked Exotic.
“It is.” He says. Of course he knew.
“And these boxes are just boxes on that earth…”
“And I’m out there floating in outerspace with the stars and black holes.” Exotic says.
She pauses. “Stars! Black holes? See, I don’t even want to go there! I’d rather stay here on earth.” Before she could express anymore frustration they looked below them and saw another fall for the trap in the box. Soon that onewould live in a cage. If they were lucky somebody would open that cage, but while they were there they could think spherical thoughts, or maybe, just maybe even amorphous ones.

Pic Drawn by "Raymond Charles" for this story