Simple.
Toys become less important.
The box takes on new qualities. Maybe the floor of a closet.
The contents of the box takes on new qualities. Things become thoughts.
Unwanted thoughts sneak in.
Decades go by. The unwanted thoughts shift around. Some get buried.
They are left to die. They never do.
All kinds of thought killers are tried. None work. The storage does.
We try calling them insignificant, or valueless. That is fertilizer.
They will always remain. No matter how deep their grave.
Tossing them in the garbage and throwing them out will not help.
They must become . . .
Nonexistent.
The Infinite 