In the beginning, we tried to fit in the frame, to be a part of the pack. We followed, because that's what everyone else did. The boundaries of conformity are comfortable.

But there's so much more than what's inside the frame. Frames confine. Frames restrict. Frames set boundaries.

For flatlanders, the frame is insurmountable. With an altitude adjustment, though, the frame is just part of the scenery.

Outside the frame, I gotta say - life's pretty good.