Containers Hold The Universe

We're all containers. Bodies hold blood and bone, minds cradle memories.

Our lives, our homes, and our worlds are filled with objects inside objects within other objects. The container doesn't care about its cargo. It just holds.

And it isn't just the physical world.

In code, we create containers constantly. Arrays, objects, sections...we nest them, stack them, arrange them in hierarchies. We've built an entire digital world from the concept of contained space. The internet runs on the logic of inside versus outside.

This page, your browser, your screen, the light it admits, the air, your eyes, your thoughts...containers all the way down.

Because containers leak. Every boundary is provisional, every wall temporary. The container is both limit and possibility.

We spend our lives trying to find the right container: whether it's a lifestyle, friendship, or career. We pour ourselves into shapes that promise to hold us. Sometimes they do. Sometimes they don't.

And sometimes, we discover we were never meant to be contained at all.