Explanatory Conversation as heard from the Inside of a Box

*THUD*
"*moan...*"
"Mother! What is it? Can I poke it?"
"No honey, stay away from that... THING...."
"Why can't I hug it, mother?"
"It won't help, sweetheart... it won't change."
"What's wrong with it?"
"It FEELS.... an ailment so rare that we torture and label the poor creatures who do.
We tell them to control it, we take away their music. They can't control themselves so we give them medication. We take away their knives and leave them with their scars. We take away their clothes and leave them with their nakedness. We take away their expression and leave them with themselves."
"Why can't we just love it and make it human?"
"Because.... It doesn't deserve anything from people like US."