today, i surprised myself with my reaction to a small observation. i was in the kitchen, grabbing my cigarettes, and looking onward at an arrangement of jewelry on the counter in front of me. the purpose of the arrangement was to take pictures so mom could sell it on ebay. the butterfly necklace and matching brooch first caught my eye and i was about to go into graphic designer mode, analyzing her placement of the shiny objects when i came across an interesting necklace in the upper left-hand corner. i picked it up and it was a filigree box with dangling ornaments on each side and under it. i picked it up with anticipation and my fingers searched it's sides for something to give way. does it open? i quickly came to a conclusion that no it didn't. my reaction was of disappointment and bewilderment. why would this box i can see through not open for me? it has no content, nothing to lose. why can't i get in there? this box thinks it's too good to open itself up to me. why would someone make a box that has no function for me? a little filigree box kicked my ass in protecting it's non-content by not opening. it was too good to even let the dangling ornaments on it's sides be on the inside. and after my reaction, i was stunned at the expectations i had on this box. the box had lost it's value to me under those expectations. but now in realizing how strange it was that i had those feelings, the value of the box increased. it taught me a lesson: not all boxes open.