The Lightboxes

Oh those humans and their light boxes. What is with them? They have small ones they hold in their hands. They have medium sizes one they put on the table. And the giant one downstairs where they all sit on the couches and look at it. I see nothing but light from any of these boxes. What on earth are they doing when they look at these boxes? Are they in some kind of trance? Sometimes I get between them and the box and they just look right through me.