INSIDE THE BOX

One day there was a young boy, who came across a black box. On the front of the box was this strange round window and on the back of this box was a door. The young boy opened up the door and went inside the box. The door immediately shut behind him. It was pitch black inside and completely silent. As the young boy moved around inside this darkened space, he eventually found a way to open up the blinds on the round window, as soon as he did this hundreds if not thousands of images just started to pour in to the room, some were blurry and others clear and sharp. He started to hold on to the images until the piles got so high he had to let some go. The images he was able to keep, presented him with new places and spaces that he had never seen before.

Almost everyday for many years the young boy now a man would enter the black box and open up the window to see what images he could gather. Some days he would find hundreds of images and other days just a few. Some of the images would be transformed into other images and others would never leave the black box at all. At times the black box became a place to hide and lose himself, while there were other times when he never wanted to go inside.
 
Many years later the man found himself showing others the secrets of how to enter the black box and gather images. This became just as important and rewarding as gathering the images himself. In sharing this knowledge, the man found new challenges and adventures that he thought he would never take.
 
Today as an old man, the black box has changed, and he does not spend as much time in it as he use to. But when he does, he is happy when an image comes through the window that he has never seen before. This becomes a sign to him that there are many more places and spaces to explore.
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