On my way to work this morning, I realized that our morning rituals would probably look rather absurd to the uninitiated. There we are, by the hundreds, stuffed into these strange, weird metal boxes on wheels that take us from one spot to another only to throw us out at the end. I take an express bus, so it seems like it’s throwing up people at the first stop in the downtown area. Almost everybody leaves the bus at that stop. Then everybody hurries places not looking much around. So busy with nothing that they don’t even notice a world class violinist playing for free. Well, this of course doesn’t happen every day but they don’t even notice the little things: Like the sun’s light creating some beautiful patterns. And then all these people hurry into more boxes to sit in front of a box in a box-like area that doesn’t provide any privacy requiring that we learn to think while others around us talk (something I haven’t managed to do; maybe that’s why the ipod was invented). Then we spend all day shuffling paper, pretending to be important, and then the whole thing happens in reverse. We leave the various boxes to get back onto the metal box on wheels to go home (yet another box). Most then plop onto a big cushion staring at a box with moving pictures. No wonder most of us feel so unfulfilled! We don’t really create anything tangible. We shuffle ourselves or things around without much control over where we or the things are going. We don’t take the time to stop to smell the roses, listen to the violinist, or even just look around. Hurrying from box to box – and that’s called life?!?