Only calenders and bulletin boards lined the walls. Slowly, as the boy grows older, these things seem less important to him. He lets the blue pens fall in with the red pens. He allows socks to mingle with underwear and posters begin to appear on his walls. At this time, a transformation has begun.
Society begins to speak more directly to the boy.
He is being shaped by the world into which he was born. This world keeps talking into his ear. For a time the boy tries to slot everything into his compartments but he soon becomes frustrated with the futile effort and realizes he is going to have to give up. However, one night when most of the world was sleeping, another voice opened the door a crack and whispered rumours about another possibility. Let it run itself for awhile.