A paradox of life as rigid as metal
Which could melt but won't bend,
Is that box of conformity or walls of aged society with unchanging rituals and customs of masculine patriarchy. All those rituals feels the same as if it caged in a single cell wanting to be changed but won't even break.
Formalities and commonness to the ground grew over the years as high as walls that wouldn't let Cross the way of dishonesty of any other unorganized shape of life,
Isn't that obvious we feel the same , stubbornness, honesty peacefulness, solidity, security, equality in box that we are living in ! They are seen as Earthbound and we tend enjoy that comfortness to our roots.