To a child, candy is almost a purpose in itself for living. That and the complete obliviousness for the world's vast complications and myriad depression-inducers. In this Candyland, a child will eat candy til he pukes, binging because unrelenting pleasure doses seems to be simply all there is. A concoction of sugar, food coloring, carnuba wax, and perhaps any arrangement of chocolate, caramal, and nugat, it doesn't matter what shape these blissfully cloistering substances take for a person just taking his underdeveloped taste buds out for a joy ride. For those who produce it, or note from a more mature standpoint, the packaging comes with a chocolate fountain of implications and underlying meaning that amounts to no more than "I want that" to an easily influenced kid, professional candy-eater. Here's a look at some of the more suggestive and awkward ways candy is packaged, ways that have no business in playgrounds and lunchboxes, if at least for the fact that candy should not represent anything other than itself. The fact is candy exists in a place of feeling and impulse, in simple puerility, in Candyland. Leave it to an adult to sully the purity of the unadultered bewonderment candy, Red 4 and artificial flavoring notwithstanding.