box

So there is this box.
Like a real one, not the kind that you think outside of.
And in this box there is a man: A very poor, rugged, dirty man.
And in this man there is a soul – A very dank and melancholy soul.
And in the darkness there is light – Bright, searing light.
And in this light there is color – Brilliant, beautiful color.
And in the beauty there is nature – Living, breathing nature.
And in the breath there is life – hopeful, fantastic life.
And in the hope there are children – Playful, young children.
And in the youth there is ignorance.
Yet in the ignorance there is understanding.
And in that understanding there are viewpoints.
And in the view points there is a difference.
And in the difference there is disagreement.
And in the disagreement there is a wall.
Walls form squares.
Squares form boxes.
Do boxes form man?