The Humble Cardboard Box

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Indeed the cardboard box strikes one with the superiority no less magnificent than the humility of the greatest master. Made with the most flimsy of material, when it unfolds it is transformed into a vessel of tremendous strength, capable of containing and no less completely covering the revered objects of the world, a thousand times more valued, heavier and impressive than its humble self.

Let us be still before this silent servant, it waits patiently in whatever state and shape it has been left in. Happy in itself, unmoving in a silent meditation to the universe thanking it for the opportunity to just be.

No less thankful is its dutiful response which awakened from it silent song to the stars and summoned into action. They are cast about with such force that some cardboard boxes have been known to fly great distances through the air,  often landing with the grace normally accorded to feathered creatures uncomplaining however they humbly wait upon whoever has need of them and never chose whether to serve prince or pauper.

It is inspiring that cardboard boxes have not fallen to the temptation of perceiving their lot as miserable, but with the wisdom of the ages within their walls these modern day saints remain implacably at peace. They are invariably called upon to perform far in excess of their duty. Often being asked to contain twice as much as their space will allow. They are literally stuffed, mangled and contorted, and even split their own sides in an endeavour to serve.

Indeed the wisdom and foresight of the cardboard box is a marvel. Deep within its being it is aware of its final act of service:  somewhere, sometime it knows that when a cold wind sweeps through the hills and its own body is torn, crumpled and broken and it lies flattened amongst a pile of twigs and sticks:  its release from the limitations of form is at hand. Of all the things cast into the fire to give warmth and light to those gathered around, nothing can equal the speed and intensity that a cardboard box offers itself up for consumption.

Yes. The cardboard box strikes one with the superiority no less magnificent than the humility of the greatest master.



Stewart Oliver

This will be the fortieth anniversary of my involvement in turning so called waste material into something of value. This journey has been incredibly eventful, fun and rewarding. The learning curve has been steep and not without the blood sweat and tears of a path less traveled. My mission is to pass on as much of my learning as possible. My experience in training others to play games and find a meaning to their existence supports this mission. Contact me if you are looking for a better way of living in this world and if you have found it already I would love to hear about it!