You wake up in a box, get dressed so you can drive a box on wheels to yet another, bigger box.

A box filled with other people just like you, all staring into smaller boxes for the majority of their waking hours.

After the sun has long gone, you go back home, exhausted, so you can gaze into yet another box, which tells you, that this is how you should live your life.

You go to sleep, the cycle starts again.

Until the day, when they put you into the final box and put it into the ground.

And you think this does not affect your thinking?