It's a box folks. It's a box of weed. High grade, medical, sticky dank in a box. Depending on you and your medical or recreational needs it might be floral. Or an oily substance for one to dabble in. Or sometimes, just sometimes it may be some wonderful sort of resin. The kind of things dreams are made of. These things, the things in the box, they may be of the sativa variety. Or of a legendary lineage we call Indica. Maybe it contains a hybrid of the two. Some concoction created in the mind of some botanist who sought to end the world's ills. And if you're lucky the box contains something, different, exotic.The box. Oh the grand nature of The Box. The box does not hold the secrets of the universe but indeed the keys to unlock them. The box is your salvation, your destiny. Once a month. Or two months or three months, The keepers of the box arrive with a new box. And all is well. All is as it should be. The keepers of the box maintain the balance of the universe. And we are grateful. Balance is what brought you here.The box is calling to you. The time is now. Enjoy your new box.