October 6, 2011
My Box, sans Embroidery
I have a box. It is a Beautiful Box. It’s wood. Its finish is smooth as glass. It opens on elegant hinges to a finished, cavernous interior.
Its outside is paneled, made to display embroidery. Not just on top, mind you, but All Around the Sides, too.
But my box is without embroidery. It’s still beautiful, but it isn’t complete.
I keep my box on an old sideboard in the entrance of my house. And when people see my box, they say, “What is this?” And I say, “It is a box.” They open it, they look inside, and they say, “Hm. A box.” Though the workmanship is exquisite, though the box itself is attractive, they wonder what it is. Why do they wonder? Because they recognize that it is incomplete.
