I have been restless of late, and going to class and wandering around residence doesn't seem to be cutting it. And in my thoughts on the source of my revelation, I realized the following:

We live in a box. We leave that box and get into a moving box. We take that moving box to another box where we work. We get back into the moving box to take us back to the box we live in. Depression, obesity, apathy, no one cares any more when all our "needs" are found in a box. In most cities, people are afraid to go out after dark. We have to take the moving box to a park if we want to go camp. It's sick and simple and explains many little woes. We are continually putting - and keeping - ourselves in boxes that define our lives. We have become sheep herded into the pens of our choosing.