My daughter -- all 12Kg of her -- is a cheesophile. Wherever we now go we have to take a little tub of cheese with us, otherwise we're liable to SERIOUS CUSTOMER DISSATISFACTION. We also have a tub of raisins as an emergency backup -- somehow the prospect of fiddling with little dried grapes can end quite severe hissy fits. Don't ask me why.
I put away a few things from the dish drying rack this morning, and left her cheese tub beside the kitchen sink. A little hand pops up and drags it onto the floor.
"No cheeese!" ... "Nohw cheessuh!" (Those vowels are pretty mangled. Use your imagination.)
She pauses.
"No ray-sins"
So to her, it's not defined by being a container, but by what it doesn't contain.
Along similar lines, we're often stuck in a rather infantile view of IP communications and VoIP. We grab the microphone, and stutter "No cost! No cost!". The more perceptive even blurt out "Service provider gone! No see service provider!". A rather naive view often follows -- "Daddy! WANT service provider".
But VoIP is just a container. Don't worry about it not containing what you ate yesterday. Just think of the goodies it will be stuffed with tomorrow.
And thus ends this Sunday morning's sermon.
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