When we're born, they lift us up, peer intently between our legs, and then slap on a fresh coat of pink or blue paint, before shoving us into the tiny boxes where we're expected to live out our lives.
Everything we are, and everything we're capable of doing or being, is supposed to be somehow contained within those ill-fitting boxes.
During their lives, some brave souls do manage to find ways to switch boxes or reshape them or even move freely between them... but I've always wondered what it would actually be like if there were no boxes at all.