Maso-Break every rule

Playing by the rules keeps us in the box. And since as people we are by nature, out of the box, why should we communicate as if the only interesting things about us are that which fit in the box? Are we not more than the constructs, the form, the function, the little world set by social norms? Do we have to play by the rules, live in the center not on the edge and be constantly understood only by the piece of us that fits in the norms?

Or are we more and can we be more?

If we are breaking function, breaking rules, letting it all slip aside, are we condemning ourselves to the fringe...are artists and geniuses appreciated in their time...are we going to be left behind if we break the rules?

Will we be concerned visionaries or mad men? Chain-breakers or lazy bastards? Are we afraid to explain the area outside of the boc, outside of our home, over the fence and down the street and into blackest night?

We stay in form because it is the easiest way, not because it is the best. The box has a roaring fire in the middle that we cuddle up in front of. Lack of form is a wall of ice. People know how to see in our box. Lack of rules comes with blinders.

The box is a prison, a jailer, a regime and a madness infecting. Form is shadows and mirrors that lie and the fire is facade. Brilliance is beyond the madness, beyond the ice, break through it, live through it and make it what you will. Maybe you will fall off the earth, maybe be cast into a corner, spat upon and die in a twisted pile of yourself. But you are yourself, not a man in a box, not a woman in bondage, not a life never lived