When you have most everything you think you need, you begin to look within the pretty box you’ve made. You begin to redefine the box itself from the inside out, how it’s constructed and what materials you used and why you made it in the first place. That’s where I was on my fortieth birthday, simply examining my box.

A decade and a couple of years later, the box is still a mystery.


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