This morning Bugs finally deigned to enlighten us — dear Readers, we who are his acolytes — as to what is the thing with cats and boxes.
Bugs explains, Barney demonstrates.
I get in the box. Fullness.
I get out of the box. Emptiness.
This conundrum is expostulated-on by the allegorical figure “Dialectic.”
Philosophers are born, not made.
Our friend minlit, over at Confessions Of A Cat Woman, knows this well.