Many of us conceive the universe as some kind great big perfect circle in the form of a closed container or loop with smooth sides and equal distances from the center to any point in the circle, like a big ole Ferris wheel with invisible spokes and containing many smaller wagon wheels that move in their own directions and speeds. We also conceive Earth, Moon, Sun and other celestial bodies as circles. We see the pictures that are part of our great education. We conceive of orbits as circles for the most part, sometimes as an egg-shaped course. So for the most part, we think of most things in terms of the circle of life, not a box of chocolates. Yet when we speak of concepts, ideas, words, terms, phrases, definitions and meanings, our default primary metaphor is stated in terms of putting things in a box or being boxed in.
Why the box and not the circle?
Is it because we conceive of the circle as unlimited and complete and the box as limited and incomplete?
When we speak conceptually of putting things in a box or thinking outside the box, why do we visualize a square box, not a rectangle? Trains have containers called boxcars that are rectangular? Why isn't that etched into our sketch of what a box looks like? The ark of the covenant is a rectangle. Most city designs consist mainly of boxes as squares called blocks.
Is it because we physically see and use many more human-made boxes of different sizes than we see human-made circles of different sizes? Most of us live in boxes filled with box-shaped things.
The square box is as ubiquitous as the human inner feeling of something large that is being forced, fitted and confined into a smaller space that is stifling, suffocating, retarding.
Truth is, our use of the word “box” to express something limiting, is actually our deeper spirit-soul speaking of itself being born in a box and then outgrowing it and moving into the rest of the circle of the dimension it is in, and then the next circle. We don't realize our resistance to being put in a box is us saying we are experiencing the feeling of a mummified caterpillar confined to a cocoon or a mummified child confined to its most recent birth womb, neither of which allows the child to unfold, spread its wings, strengthen, fly, grow and develop into the fullness of being.
Truth is, the universe consists of all shapes, including squares and rectangles. The Ancient Ancients knew that a “perfect” circle also contains a square and a rectangle, among other shapes. The perfect universe contains all shapes, thus contains square pegs in round holes and the other way around. The Supreme of Being is the Universe that is a living organism that is more amoeba-like in form and a continuous shape-shifter.
Again, spirit-soul understands this, and cries out against being put in a box which won't allow it to become a butterfly, then a bird, then a cloud, then a star and so on.
Spirit-soul is not talking about the universal box, but rather the box of the creation it has physically transformed into but does not have to conform to in spirit-mind-emotion.
In other words, the Supreme Being thinks inside and outside the box and puts things in boxes and takes them out.
The word box has many earlier forms, but the most easily understood is box is bekh is the womb and birthplace.
Short List Of Additional Variations: Bag, bed, pot, khauekh, baukh, pekh, fekh, faukh, saukh, sakh, sekh, tekh, takh, sikh
