We could learn a lot from crayons; some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, while others bright, some have weird names, but they all have learned to live together in the same box.

Using a child’s crayon box as a miniature society, the line argues for pluralism and everyday tolerance. Crayons differ in sharpness, brightness, attractiveness, and even in the oddity of their names—differences that can stand in for temperament, talent, status, culture, or identity. Yet they coexist because they share a common purpose and a common container. The implied lesson is that community does not require sameness; it requires the practical willingness to make room for difference and to recognize that each “color” contributes something distinct. The homely metaphor also suggests that such coexistence is learned behavior, not an accident.