Dear Humans,

Each day you return your book bins to the counter. And I’m always harping on you to make sure they’re lined up straight and stay within a certain area. But, of course, words don’t usually work with humans once we’re used to doing something a certain way. And the book bins are all in disarray.

So earlier this week I put a single strip of duct tape on the counter. I didn’t tell you anything about it or explain its purpose. And, suddenly, your book bins were lined up the way I’d like them.

Humans need boundaries. The lines on a basketball court. The markers on the road. The invisible lines on our maps. When we let those boundaries solely define us, they become a problem, but if we use them as a tool to be better humans in the world, then we’re doing it right.

Sincerely,

Mr. Curt