I hate that people don't understand the beauty of the Gentleman's Club

Why do most people assume only “thirsty” men go to Gentleman’s Clubs? If you’re not familiar with the term thirsty it’s a black colloquialism that means eager or wanting. The term is usually used in reference to a man that is “too” eager to advance physicality with someone he is attracted to.

This notion can be put to bed because many highly successful, attractive men with means frequent the Shoe Show! I have to assume that these guys have access to attractive women, and aren’t in a perpetual dehydrated state.

Many women hate that their men frequent the Show. Some men don’t understand the allure. I have a few buddies that say "why get yourself all excited when you have no chance of closing the deal."

I’m not even sure those of us that go to the Show, really know, on a mental level, why we love it so. It’s just natural, like eating, breathing, sleeping. It’s in our DNA. It’s innate, genetic, and feels right, so why fight it?

I’ll attempt, using MATH, to shed some light on the situation.

First men love the Show because it’s an alternative universe. Think about it. If you could enter a different dimension that suspended disbelief, and was basically a “Bizarro” world on steroids, wouldn’t you want to take that trip?

Add to that that your safety is not compromised in any real way, and that you could leave said “Bizarro” world at any time without any negative repercussions.

Multiply that by the fact that you can go with your favorite people, and share the experience with them.

Divide this by the fact that you can enter this world for about the same amount of money that it would cost you to have lunch at Panera Bread.

Equals - NO BRAINER! You’re going!

Now, I consider the Show an alternative universe because of the social engineering that takes place once the door frame is compromised. The male-female dynamic is totally flipped. In most real life cases, men initiate communication between men and women, but in “Bizarro” world the roles are eloquently flipped. The woman is the catalyst. This is appealing to men.

Also the cash and carry economics appeal to men. The rules are set. If you order a lap dance off the menu it costs a standard amount. In our personal lives we date, and we don’t have any clue what a lap dance will cost us. We keep paying for things but never truly know when our laps are going to have a little extra company. It’s a Ponzi Scheme. Money goes in at your own risk with no guarantee of returns.

The male bonding aspect of the Gentlemen Club experience cannot be overlooked. Men are spectators by nature. We love to watch together when the outcome of an event is hanging in the balance. We love sports because of its competitive nature. On many levels the Gentlemen Club compares favorably to a sporting venue. The men go to be entertained, adult beverages are served, the dancers wear uniforms and are in competition with each other, and outcomes are unknown.

You never know what you’re going to see at the Show. I once met a woman that, up until that point, was an idea in my head. A figment of my imagination, if you will. In my mind the most attractive amalgamation of female genetics, strictly based on looks, is a mixture of Black and Asian (65%-35%). If it were not for the Show, on that fateful night in Cleveland Ohio, I would have never had the pleasure of meeting a Blasian Woman. The Blasian Woman was my mystical unicorn. Missing that would have hurt me in an unknown spiritual way. I’m thankful for not having to experience that pain.

Side bar. Blasian is the much hotter cousin of (Blackanese) the oft-used term that essentially means the same thing.

One of the most beautiful aspects of the show is that, on occasion, it gives us a glimpse at our most self-actualized counterparts. One of the most exciting occurrences at the Show is when a woman transforms into a force of nature and creates her own “Hot Spot” giving us all the ability to connect to her “Wi-Fi.” It’s amazing.

There is a point when the stage is full of beautiful women, the music is right, and the air is filled with expectations. The energy is out of control, and we are approaching a breach. A confident woman, in the distance, steps to the forefront, takes the lead and becomes a human conduit. She begins dancing right where she is. The electric current seeks her out. She is in control of everything that is happening in that time and space. All eyes are on her, and we can’t look away. The connection is unmistakable. She becomes one with the night, the music, the energy, and the moment. In this dimension woman is self actualized, and we (all of us) are living through her.

SEEING WOMAN IN THAT STATE IS THE ESSENCE OF BEAUTY AND WHY MEN CAN'T STAY OUT OF THE GENTLEMAN’S CLUB!

I hate that Stacey Dash has found the "Fountain of Youth" and hasn't divulged its locale

Stacey Dash has to be the hottest 45 year-old on record. I challenge anyone to identify something hotter.

I usually reserve my blog entries for very serious matters like, arguments for strengthening phone etiquette, debating hierarchy of sports lists, and sharing personal pet peeves; real heady stuff. However today I will make a fun exception and give a well-deserved shout out to a freak of nature.

I had kind of forgotten about Dash. I first saw her in “Clueless”. She was 29 year old in real life then playing a 17 year old. She’s hasn’t done a lot of mainstream work recently. So you know…. “Out of sight…..Out of mind.”

Monday night I had just returned home from a cross-country trip. I had spent time in St Louis, and Las Vegas over the previous 3 days, and got very little sleep. As I was driving home from the airport I was craving my bed, and looking forward to at least 8 hours of make out time with my pillow. I get home, unpack the truck, head up to the bed, fall in, and then commence to stare at the ceiling for 2 hours. I hate it when that happens! My mind could not shut off.

I turn on the TV to change the mood, start flipping through the channels, and there it was. A blue lace dress with a black goddess sown in it. Don’t get me wrong this isn’t me being creepy, it's just me appreciating something that seems to be timeless. This woman looks the same. Scratch that. This woman looks better than she looked 15 years ago.

Stacey, if you’ve found the fountain of youth please don’t keep it to yourself. I was taught growing up that “Caring is Sharing.” We need this! Looking forward to being amazed 5 years from now when you turn 50!

I hate my brain (sometimes)

The first song I ever remember hearing was the Supremes classic “Why do fools fall in love?” I remember being driven to school by my mom and hearing those words, “Why do they fall in love”. The tune was so catchy, so alive, so bouncy, I looked around the car to see if it was having the same impression on my brother that it was having on me. It wasn’t. To him it was just another song playing on the radio, but to me it was more than that. For some weird reason, that song spoke to me. It moved me. It touched me. From that day forward fools and love were synonymous. Anytime I heard the word love, I thought about fools and then I would ask why?

Why be foolish when you don’t have to be. Being a fool can’t be a good thing. Right? So why are we so hell bent on being one? Why are we in such a rush to become a fool? Why is that side of the highway so full and why is the other side, the side I’m on so empty.

I’m distant. I like space. I wouldn’t say I’m cold, but I can be a little chilly from time to time. This is how I deal with people. On the other hand, I start to get really passionate when it comes to ideas, concepts, and theorem. I guess you can say I’m a cerebral guy. How many four year olds do you know that can dissect the essence of “Why do fools fall in love?”

One could deduce from my bio that I have some intimacy issues. I do.

I’m a classic case. I come from a broken home. My mom and pop split when I was three years old. My grandparents have been together for over four decades but they hate each other. I’ve witnessed every type of argument imaginable. I’ve witnessed adultery, I’ve witnessed drunken stoopers, I’ve witnessed neglect, and I’ve witnessed abuse. I affectionately call this the “rainbow of dysfunction.” Seeing all this has helped my development as a person. I’ve gotten to see the seamy underbelly of relationships. So to me there was no place to go but up.

The funny thing about it is that you would think that all that would have turned me into some type of stereotypical man that just perpetuated all the negative things that he grew up with, but it hasn’t. In a weird profound way it has made me more determined to be a good man, to be honest with myself, and to be honest with others. The most important thing that it has taught me is to really know what I want, and not to settle for what is readily available. The common denominator in my parents, and my grandparents’ relationship is that they settled for something they didn’t want and ultimately made themselves unhappy because of it.

My mom was a free spirit; she was all over the place. My pop was conservative. My grand mom was ultraconservative, and my grandfather, well he is just off the chain. With this information alone, an outsider with little knowledge of either couple could tell you that happiness wasn’t in the cards. I’m not going to say that happiness was an impossibility; I’m just going to say that the odds weren’t in their favor. But you know what, they did nothing to improve those odds.


Through my observations, I’ve learned that unhappy is a decision not a consequence. All this reality strengthened my resolve to find real solutions and not to just go in the way of conformity. I learned that ordinary people conform while extraordinary people move the bar everyday.

So I became a student of people. I’ve watched, and observed every person that has come in out gone out of my life. I study them. I study how they talk, and what they do, and whom they know, and how all those thing meld into who they are and how they handle their relationships.

I think this is where it started for me. I observed so much that I became distant. I started to see people as subjects. There is a side of me that sees people as experiments. I often wonder how they will respond given variable changes. It’s kind of sick. My brain is mapped differently. It started young. I saw a stone-faced cold person in the mirror one day and embraced him. I didn’t run away. I liked him. He was me, and he was all I was given to survive and thrive in this world. Maybe I should have run but I didn’t.

I’d witness friends and family falling apart emotionally over things that seemed trivial to me. This was sad, but what was worse was how those emotional downfalls led to bad decision, and those bad decisions circled right back to emotional downfalls. My only way to escape this ring was to love my brain and breakup with my heart. It’s the gift/curse paradox. Those Greeks were on to something. Now I live and don’t feel regrets or remorse, but I wonder sometimes am I truly living. Emotions are all around me and I’m immune to them. I couldn’t catch an emotion if it sneezed on me, got mixed in my food or had unprotected sex with me. The ones I love and the ones that love me have them, and I often find myself thinking about what they are feeling.

Now I’m 38, and my brain is on autopilot. Years of conditioning have made it unstoppable. I’m so attached to it. It’s my identity. It’s who I am. I don’t know what I would be without it. I recently tried to change it. I really tried. I wanted to see how other people lived. I wanted to be one of them. Get along. Connect. Right when I was starting to change I ran. I wasn’t sure I wanted to break up. I got cold feet. I starting thinking I’m too old to change who I am. Would I like the change? Would I hate myself for tampering with the gift? Or even worse, what if I lost my uniqueness and became ordinary? In a world of over 6 billion people a man needs to be unique right?


You know, now that I look back on it, I’ve never been normal. I mean, I’ve never thought about things the way my contemporaries have. If everyone is going left then I want to go right. I don’t trust the crowd. I don’t believe they are thinkers. I believe the crowd is no more than a bunch of followers. Mindless robots.


Speaking of mindless robots, I’m a religious man. I was born and raised in the church. I continue to go because I believe in God, and that His teachings complete us. I’m a member of a nationwide church that has small congregations all over the country. In my heart, I believe, that religion is good and that it can make the world a better place. So in that regard I guess you could say I’m committed to God. It’s funny because I think He’s the only thing I can commit to. It’s easy to commit to Him. I never have to see Him. I have scheduled times when I worship Him. He never asks me how I feel about Him. He never needs extra attention, or for me to ask Him how His day went. Our relationship is great because He’s low maintenance.

I’ve been in several relationships. Although they never last long, I can truly say I’ve enjoyed all of them. I don’t regret any of them. They’ve all been great learning experiences for me. Funny thing is I never know if women like me because of my uniqueness or in spite of it.

I hate that Marriage is so very OVERRATED

If someone asked you what your thoughts were concerning prison what would you say? My guess is you’d say something along the lines of “I don’t even want to think about it. I can’t imagine anything worse.” The first thing you would think of would be the loss of freedom; freedom to do what you want to do, when you want to do it, and wherever you want to do it at. I guess we can all agree that freedom is important. Saying we hold freedom dearly would be a gross understatement. It’s the one word that pretty much defines our way of life. Why would we voluntarily give freedom away? Why would we just hand it over willy-nilly; without a fight, without some to type of epic battle or struggle? So why on Gods green earth, would any person of sound mind inprisome him/herself by choosing to get married? Or better yet, why would we choose to get married when being single is a fantastic and very viable alternative?

I can hear it now. I know what most of you are thinking right about now. Marriage doesn’t mean giving up your freedom. And I retort, if that’s not the case then riddle me this, why are all my married friends begging me not to do it? Yea, I know. It’s crazy. But when I talk to my married buddies and share with them some of the crumbs of the plate of my single existence, they are mesmerized. They can’t believe how good I have it; I can hear the envy in their voices. They wished they had made their single time a little longer. They would love to be me for a day. They’d even take an hour here or there if they could. These guys have been neutered. It’s unbelievable. These once great men, captains of industry, masters of their domain, are now mental midgets, pencil necked geeks if you will, beaten down worse than the Mulkey Brother on a Saturday morning at the Omni. (Wrestling Reference).

The funny thing about it all is that these guys went out and got a license to do this. This didn’t happen by accident. Oh no! They weren’t duped or tricked. They willingly did this. They checked the landscape and felt this was a necessary move. They felt like this was the next logical step. They felt like doing this somehow would enhance them.

The law in most states (save Vegas) is designed to give the two parties (husband/wife) ample time to change their minds. There are waiting periods, and drug test, and the like, all there as boundaries to thwart whimsical stupidity. The fact that one has to get a license marks the end of love and the being of institution life. Why a license? The license is actually ironic. Usually a license affords you some freedoms. Take for example a drivers license. You can’t wait to get it. When you do, you get the freedom of independence. No more going to Mom and Dad and asking them to take you someplace. You can do it yourself. You’re no longer a burden to others.

When a mortgage broker gets a license to do business in a particular state, the entire state is opened to him. That license gives him freedom to work. However the marriage license has no tangible benefit. The freedoms you once had are stripped from you. You can’t go when you want to go. You have to ask permission. You all like to call it notification but let’s call it what it is PERMISSION.

Marriage is not a win/win. Marriage is a lose/lose. We may as well call the marriage license a license to lose. OK what are we losing? You lose the ability to think independently, you can’t talk intimately to the opposite sex, you can’t flirt, you can’t be friendly, you can’t move without checking in, you can’t smile, you can’t be funny, look at the opposite sex, be attracted to someone, find someone funny. All are against the sacred marriage law. The most important thing we lose is the ability to be alone. Being alone is so natural. In fact I’m sure many don’t remember this but you were actually born alone. And if you take a little peek into the future you’re going to die that way too.

I hate that the NCAA doesn't know what the word "amateur" means

Recently there has been lots of chatter and debate over whether college athletes should be paid to participate in collegiate athletics. Journalists, who I respect, have weighed in passionately on the matter. Jason Whitlock of Fox is demanding Revolution and Reform. His position is that it’s unfair for players who generate billions to not receive an equitable piece of the financial pie. Colin Cowherd of ESPN believes the status quo is the answer. He asserts that the scholarship the player receives is more than adequate compensation. Jamele Hill of ESPN wrote today that the players should BOYCOTT. Wow. Really? Is it that bad? Are civil liberties being ignored?

The NCAA has made this bed and now it has to lie in it. The currently rulebook for college athletes is a joke. The rules have progressively gotten more narrow over the past 25 years. The foundation of all the rules is “improper benefits” received by the college athlete. “Improper benefits” mean that a player can’t get anything that a “normal” student would not receive in the course of receiving an education. Because the NCAA has made this the foundation the entire structure will fall within the next 10 years. Look most athletes are treated different than the average student. The recruitment process reeks of improper benefits. When I was in high school, I didn’t have a university fly me in first class for a tour of their facilities. When I visited the University of Maryland, I didn’t get to meet Len Elmore, or Buck Williams but I’m sure the basketball recruits did. Once I enrolled in school and became an officer in the Young Republican Organization I didn’t have girls showing up to “hug” me, but I’m sure the 1st string QB did. So the entire notion that all collegiates are and should be treated equal is a pipe dream.

I once believed that the players should be compensated monetarily, but I don’t anymore. I do believe that the scholarship is a great base salary for lack of a better term. Most student athletes are happy with the education and the ability to play a game they love for a few more years before they go out into the real world. But there are outliers in this system that because of their rare talent, move the meter in college athletics, and a different model should apply to them.

Take a guy like Tyler Hansbrough of the University of North Carolina. He was a basketball ICON for 3 years. His likeness was used on video games. His jersey was sold all over the country. He lost out on 3 years that he could have marketed himself in the Chapel Hill community. He could have done commercials for the local car dealerships or grocery stores, but because he was a student athlete he lost 3 years of earning potential in a career cycle that for most ends in 10 years. 33% of his ability to market himself was gone because he decided to stay an amateur. Hansbrough could have left school after his sophomore season signed basically the same NBA contract that he signed 2 years later. Yet the NCAA capitalized on his love for school to the tune of millions of dollars, but he couldn’t. Conversely, if a Film Major at NYU, while on scholarship, makes a movie that generates money he/she can keep it and there is no conflict. Or if a Singer enrolled at Duke Ellington can sing back up on an album and make a little spending money on the side. The irony of the whole thing is that the NCAA wants to keep money out of the collegiate activity that generates by FAR the most MONEY.

If Tyler Hansbrough had been an Olympic “amateur” he could have made marketing money and still kept his amateur status. Olympians can do commercials, and pitch products, why can’t basketball and football players. In this model Hansbrough could have taken care or himself while the NCAA was taking care of itself. Win/Win! The Olympic model has merits that the NCAA must adopt. Post Haste!

If we look at the Ohio State Football Scandal we notice that the players are being sanctioned because they traded awards for tattoos. Players were given gold pants trophies for beating Michigan, and because they have owned Michigan for the past few years they had several gold pants. So they traded them for ink. It’s funny because aren’t the gold pants alone an improper benefit? Did the debate team get gold pants? Furthermore once you give something to someone isn’t it theirs. Can’t they do with it what the will? Damn the NCAA sounds like Communist China!

Many of the best players come from the most impoverished families. They need money. They want money. Worst yet they see everyone else making money in the current model except them. So when someone gives them a $100 handshake they have no problem with it, because in their mind it’s trickle down economics. There has to be a way to use bad booster money and turn it into good. Why can’t booster set up a fund for the team and have the university manage it? Why can’t the marketing and business departments create real businesses under the university umbrella to make real money for the teams? Beats the hell out of the Hypothetical Hubbard International Shoe Company I had to create junior year.

The NCAA is at a crossroads. The money is too big, and the players know it. Coaches are making 5 million a year. The TV deal is worth 11 billion. Something has got to give. I say the NCAA should take the lead because in 5 years or so it’s going to be out of their hands and they may be left holding a large rulebook that applies to no one.

I hate that my relationship with NFL Football is in jeopardy

I’ve been in love for 33 years now. When I met her it was love at first sight. I remember it like it was yesterday. Picture this… Late fall…January ’78…. I see it for the very first time. It took my breath away; a beautiful blue star resting so effortlessly on a grey solid backdrop. The landscape was green, the markers white, the frame was rectangular elegance. I felt anxiety and peace all at once. I was mesmerized.

My love grew. What was once seasonal love became year round. Some may call it an obsession but it feels more like passion to me. In spring we draft plans, and in summer we camp. We have date night every week in the fall. In winter we plan super celebration:
Everything in its respective place, until its not.

The NFL has experienced labor pains. Most notably in’82 and ’87 so why am I feeling so out of sorts right now. How is this different? I guess because in those years it was clear who needed to apologize. The players needed free agency, and the owners needed a salary cap. I understood both, and both have made the game a much better product.

The labor strife in 2011 is much more murky. The owners opted out of a contract that paid the players 60% of revenue. The owners are asking for more of the pie, and he players are hell bent on never giving back a crumb. Stalemate.

In my opinion the real problem is a philosophical one. The owners know they don’t have a product without the players so in peacetime they allow the players to THINK that they are PARTNERS. The players have got so embolden by this that they actually THINK they are PARTNERS. Until this philosophical difference gets settled my love will always be at risk.

Let’s be clear. Owners and Players are not partners and will never be partners. If a fan goes into Texas Stadium and hurts him/herself then he/she will sue the Dallas Cowboys, the NFL, and Jerry Jones for damages. Tony Romo, and DeMarcus Ware will not be listed in the suit. They are not partners. They are employees. Also if players and owners were partner’s players would have a legal obligation to see the books. The fact that they have to ask to see the books answers the question emphatically. THEY ARE NOT PARTNERS!

I would never share the books with an employee. Why should NFL owners? I know the player rationale is this isn’t an ordinary job. They risk life and limb every time they strap it on, but they also get paid inordinate sums of money to do so. And in deference to Adrian Peterson, Rashard Mendenhall, and any other player that feels like the NFL is transporting them back to pre Jim Crow Slavery Time, players have options. They aren’t chattel.

In my lifetime the players have gone from making 35% of the revenue to 60%. Where does it stop? The number has to stop at some point doesn’t it? The owners liked it at 55%. The players like it at 60%. Let’s make it 57.5% and move on. Keep in mind this should only be Football Revenue not total revenue. Players should get 57.5% of the TV Deal, Gate, and Merchandise only. The owners paid hundreds of millions for the clubs. They should be able to sell naming rights, sponsorships, and create joint ventures without having to share that with their employee.

I wish the owners and players had signed a pre-nup. Their acrimony has put me in a precarious situation. My love is in jeopardy. The combine didn’t feel right. Free agency hasn’t started. The draft has been cheapened, and I know not what tomorrow brings. The thought of no NFL in the fall disappoints me greatly. Normally I’d just start dating someone else, and move on. On to the next one, but this is different, this is the NFL. I’ve dated the others, and they pale in comparison. Please don’t take my love away!
I HEART THE NFL!

I hate that society wants all of us in a Box

Society is a joke. It’s only purpose it to drain everyone of his or her eternal soul. Society seeks to reduce everyone to the lowest common denominator. Individuality and original thought are for the most part frowned upon. Any new idea or thought is considered evil and must be vanquished, ridiculed, mocked, until it is so marginalized that people will laugh at it. If someone just suggests doing something a little bit differently, if they mention the road less traveled as a viable option they will immediately be dismissed. I’m not talking about technological advances or things of that nature. We will always be on the cutting edge of those type of things, because creating new creature comforts will always be high on mans priority list. I’m just talking about original thought.

What I’m referring to are the monuments of human thinking. These ideas that are so built up. They are so large and ominous that people dare not oppose them, these pristine chapels that can’t be touched or disputed. You know the notion that says marriage is best for everyone, or that honesty is the best policy, don’t hide things from your girlfriend, or can't win them all.

These fecocteh ideas are so unoriginal. Relationships have been around forever. And in all of this time, virtually no headway has been made on the relationship front. Relationships are no better today than they were yesterday, the day before, and even the day before that. In fact relationships are deteriorating. Relationships in the form of marriages are suffering the biggest hit. More than 50% of marriages end in divorce. Why?

In many cases we follow the same dead end roads our predecessors have traveled. We keep doing bad stuff, and doing worse stuff, and doing even worse stuff to each other. The very definition of futility is performing the same task over and over again reaching the same outcome, but always leaving some slim hope that the next time you perform the task the outcome will be different. In order to progress we must break the circle of futility and explore new and uncharted territory, documenting our progress to expedite the travel of those that are destined to follow.

Why can’t we be different? What is stopping us? All due respect, but the answer is laziness. People are so lazy; we don’t want to do the work. We ask advice of people way too much. Why? God gave us a brain at birth, but we don’t trust it. We trust everyone else’s brain, but not our own. We know our experiences, our sensibilities, our emotion, and yet we trust relative strangers to make decision for us.

We value everyone’s opinion. We seek answers in books, we search the net, we watch TV, we read magazines, and we seek therapy, all to get comfortable with our own thoughts. It’s as if we need a co-signor on everyone. We don’t trust ourselves to make a decision, so we take straw polls. We check to see which way the wind is blowing before we make a decision about anything. We ask our best friend, who is as much in the dark as we are, for their opinion. Why do we do this? We’re not comfortable with our own thoughts.


We avoid thinking for ourselves. We stores content from all the places I mentioned above and just regurgitate it when the situation warrants. We are incapable of having an original idea because we suffocate our thoughts before they become ideas. As soon as they start to creep outside of the box, we kill them. At some point, in order for us to grow, we have to create a boundary between society and ourselves. I’m not suggesting that we all create a land of make believe in our minds. That would be ridiculous. What I am suggesting however, is that we create a buffer; a small mechanism that keeps thoughts and opinions from becoming ours until we have contemplated them long enough to formulate an opinion.

Anytime I see a lot of people going in the same directions I get nervous. My natural instinct at that point is to go in the other directions as quickly possible. Going with the crowd requires no thought. All you have to do is just line up right behind the person that is in front of you. Doesn’t require anything more than that. We learned how to line up behind people in pre-K. So performing a task that 4 years olds have mastered doesn't make us special.

Extraordinary people look at situations and see how they can be made better. They march to the beat of a different drummer. Ever wonder who the drummer is? It’s you. Everyone has their own personal rhythm, and when you allow some other person to create rhythm in your head you are doing yourself and the world a huge disservice. You’re taking what you were born with and handing it over to someone else. I don’t think we were given a brain to just memorize what other people think. Our brain is uniquely ours we cheat ourselves when we don’t use it.

Have you ever noticed that our most precious natural resources are under-ground? For some reason God chose to put really valuable things in a place that we had to work to get to. Interesting huh? Why do you think He did that? Wouldn’t it make more sense to put things we really need in a place that would be easily accessible? Gold and oil are our most precious resources and we have to dig deep in the earth to find them. It’s that age- old proverb; if we have to work for something we’ll appreciate, and value it more. In this regard we can learn a great lesson from nature. The precious things are under the surface, and surely not in that stupid box.