I rise out of the darkness with treasure at my feet. I’m always on my toes. I never make a random move. There’s no chance to slouch, to question my next move, to have an existential crisis, or to—gasp—walk like someone who isn’t dancing. My every movement is in rhythm with music. I know my place, and I’m happy to stand guard over everything in the box, to never let it be thought of as ordinary. I like to enjoy life as if I’m always on stage, always in perfect harmony with my purpose. When my time in the light is up, I’m folded back into the darkness of a shut box, fully at rest and never to think outside of it. There is no need to make a leap beyond the box. I am not wound up for such a thing.