...I used to see a large box by the railroad, six feet long by three wide, in which the laborers locked up their tools at night; and it suggested to me that every man who was hard pushed might get such a one for a dollar, and, having bored a few auger holes in it, to admit the air at least, get into it when it rained and at night, and hook down the lid, and so have freedom in his love, and in his soul be free.

This did not appear the worst, nor by any means a despicable alternative. You could sit up as late as you pleased, and, whenever you got up, go abroad without any landlord or house-lord dogging you for rent. Many a man is harassed to death to pay the rent of a larger and more luxurious box who would not have frozen to death in such a box as this...

The major problem now is zoning and those who don't want to see these alternatives because they bespeak of poverty. As if the impoverished are of no interest to other human beings who are doing better economically. This planet will not be healed until we stop treating life as a commodity.

If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.

~ Mother Teresa