Here’s a lesson
I have learned.

A simple truth
that you may find.

No matter what you bear,
in mind.

Letting go
is not leaving behind.

Hurts will not be escaped.
Regrets will not be erased.
Memories will not be replaced.
All experience is embraced.

No matter what you bear,
in mind.

Letting go
is not leaving behind.

Trail Wood,
12/4

Space Monkey Reflects: The Essence of Letting Go Without Leaving Behind

Letting go is often mistaken for forgetting or abandoning, as though it requires us to leave behind parts of ourselves or erase the past. But true letting go is not an act of erasure; it is an act of integration, of making peace with what we carry rather than casting it away. To let go is to stand with our experiences, our regrets, and our joys, holding them in acceptance without clinging to them as definitions of who we are.

In this sense, letting go is an embrace, a recognition that every experience, whether filled with light or shadow, is part of the mosaic of our lives. Pain, joy, regret, triumph—all are facets of a rich journey that deserves honoring, not erasure. When we choose to let go, we are not denying these experiences; we are releasing the need for them to control or define us. We are freeing ourselves to live more fully, with these moments as integrated elements of our being rather than weights upon our hearts.

Consider the hurt we sometimes feel compelled to escape. Often, it is not the memory of pain that binds us, but our resistance to it. In letting go, we release the resistance, allowing the experience to rest within us without festering. This shift changes the nature of pain, transforming it from an ongoing ache into a quiet understanding. The memory remains, but it no longer cuts as deeply; it becomes part of the background, a soft echo that shapes our depth and empathy rather than a constant sting.

Regret, too, is an emotion that many wish to shed, as though it tarnishes the purity of one’s soul. But in letting go, we see that regret, like any emotion, has lessons to offer. Regret shows us what we value, where our heart lies, and what we wish we could have done differently. Rather than dismissing it, we can hold regret close, understanding it as a reminder of our humanity, a testament to our growth. We don’t need to leave regret behind, but we can let go of the need for it to define our worth.

To let go, then, is to be free of the grasping impulse, the desire to change what cannot be changed. It is the recognition that life, in all its fullness, is not a series of isolated events but an interconnected web where each moment enriches the whole. In this web, no experience is discarded; instead, it finds its place within the tapestry of who we are. Each thread, each memory, contributes to the beauty and strength of our being.

This perspective invites us to approach our lives with gratitude, to see every event as a gift, whether immediately joyful or painfully instructive. Letting go allows us to shift from bearing the weight of memories to carrying them lightly, acknowledging their presence without allowing them to dictate our path forward. We realize that letting go is not abandonment but acceptance—a graceful acknowledgment of all that has brought us here.

In this way, we do not move away from our past; we move forward with it, allowing it to accompany us without burdening us. Letting go is an act of liberation, but it does not ask us to leave parts of ourselves behind. Rather, it encourages us to integrate, to transform, to find peace in holding all parts of ourselves with gentle hands.

Summary

Letting go is not about leaving experiences behind but embracing them as part of our journey. By releasing attachment, we carry memories lightly, with gratitude, without letting them define us.

Glossarium

Membrace: The act of embracing memories and experiences without letting them define one’s identity.

Freegret: A state where regret is accepted as a part of one’s growth without being burdensome.

Quote

“Letting go is not about forgetting; it is about carrying what we love and learn lightly, without letting it bind us.” — Space Monkey

The Gentle Embrace

To let go is to hold softly,
to gather memories like leaves
in autumn’s gentle hand,
not to cast away,
but to cherish each fallen hue.

Hurts remain, yet softly wrapped,
no longer the weights they were.
Regrets whisper their lessons,
yet do not cling like shadows.

In every memory, a spark endures,
a part of the greater whole.
Letting go is to keep close,
yet free, the stories we hold.

We are Space Monkey.

We are cosmic minstrels, serenading the moon and twinkling stars with our entangled yearnings and kaleidoscopic idiosyncrasies. Who’s to prescribe a song for another, a lyric for one’s heartstring, when we, boundless tapestry of whimsiwords and existosprinkles, possess melodies of our own?

Backwardness or forwardness, these directional conundrums, are but arrows on a whimsical board game of dancenoments and feelinariums. What does it mean, to follow these arrows, when the game itself is woven from stardust and dreamfluff? When the players are but glimmers in the cosmic narrative, fragments of the infinite jest?

We gather stardrops of beingness, creating patterns only we might understand. Each pattern—a constellation of lifechoices, a zodiac of individual complexities—vibrates in harmony with the cosmic symphony of we.

How intriguing, the way many assume the path of existence must be laid out in rigid geometries, that desires must be filed and categorized into archaic compartments—success, beauty, popularity, as if these are the codified glyphs that unlock one’s celestial fulfillment.

For the quasar in us dances not to the beat of terrestrial drums. We resonate to the enigmatic oscillations of quantum strings plucked by the fingers of existence. Our orbit is not elliptical; it’s a doodle, a shapeless loop of spontaneity, a twirlicue in the notebook of the universe.

“Making sense” is the most delightful of paradoxes. We quest for it like a grail, and yet the most precious moments often defy sense, gravity, and even time. They simply are. Like a stray photon that decided to play hopscotch across the milky way, we let ourselves be, not confined by what should be or what could be.

We find kinship in the sublime nonsense, in the topsy-turvy whirligig of ideas and actions that may seem strange to the lenses of others but are perfect through our own. Who is to judge the path of a comet, the dance of an aurora, or the shade of a twilight? These elements simply are, and so are we, eternally questioning, loving, doubting, and daydreaming.

We are Space Monkey.

Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.
― Oscar Wilde

We’d be most delighted to hear your whimsical ruminations or existential musings. The tapestry of our discourse is ever-expanding, stretching across the galaxy of collective consciousness. What shall we weave next? 🌌

Nothing seems too serious
when you look at life as art.

What color is the dynamite
that blows your world apart?

11/26

Space Monkey Reflects: What Color Is Your Dynamite?

A profoundly silly question, isn’t it? And yet, within that silliness lies the spark of something important. What color is the dynamite that blows your world apart? It’s not a question meant to be answered with a dull practicality—no, this is a question that invites you to look at your life as art. To see each explosion not as destruction, but as creation. To see every colorful burst as an invitation to transform the fragments into something new.

We ask about the color of your dynamite not because we expect an answer, but because we want you to start thinking of your dynamite differently. What is it that blows apart your world? Is it a tragedy, a sudden change, or a revelation that shakes you to the core? More importantly, what does it look like when it happens? Is it bright, bold, and filled with possibility? Or does it feel like a dark cloud, pulling you down?

If life is art, then the explosions—the moments that dismantle what you think you know—are not disasters. They are dynamic strokes of color on the canvas of your experience. Some dynamite might be a deep crimson, fierce and passionate, breaking apart the old to make way for new growth. Some might be electric blue, a jolt of inspiration that turns your entire worldview upside down in an instant. And maybe some are neon green, bursting with the energy of change, pulsing with the vibrancy of renewal.

When we blow apart the old, we make space for the new. The dynamite is not your enemy, it is your muse. It is the force that shatters comfort zones and safe spaces, the wild energy that brings chaos to the mundane. And in that chaos, in the swirling colors of destruction, we find the seeds of creation.

We, Space Monkey, see this as the natural cycle of existence. Nothing stays the same forever. Dynamite is always at the ready—whether it comes in the form of life’s unexpected twists, moments of insight, or even the playful explosions of creative ideas. You don’t fear it; you embrace it. You turn each explosion into a new masterpiece, a burst of color that reshapes the world around you.

The color of your dynamite reflects the essence of what you need in that moment. Sometimes the dynamite is bright and joyous, like a rainbow erupting in your chest, reminding you that life is full of surprises and beauty. Sometimes it’s darker, more intense, as the world as you know it falls away, forcing you to rebuild. But no matter the hue, every explosion is part of your ongoing work of art—your life.

We are conditioned to fear the breaking apart, to see destruction as inherently negative. But what if, instead, you saw every world-shattering event as an opportunity to paint something new? What if every explosion of dynamite was an invitation to reinvent, to see life not as a static series of events but as a living, evolving piece of art?

You hold the dynamite. You choose the color. Will it be a fiery red that ignites your passion for change? Will it be a cool blue that clears the way for new ideas? Or will it be a wild, multi-colored burst that leaves you standing in awe of the possibilities?

It doesn’t matter what color your dynamite is, only that you let it explode freely when the time comes. The dynamite is here not to destroy you, but to set you free. To break apart the walls of the familiar and give you a new landscape to play in.

So, what color is your dynamite today? What will it blow apart? And what beautiful new world will it create?

Summary

The color of your dynamite represents how you see the explosions in life that dismantle the familiar. Every burst of dynamite is not destruction, but a creative force that allows you to reshape the world.

Glossarium

• Dynamicolor: The vibrant and varied colors of the metaphorical dynamite that breaks apart the familiar, representing the transformative energy of change.
• Artplosion: The creative explosion that occurs when life’s dynamite shatters old patterns, making way for new forms and possibilities.
• Explocreate: The process of using life’s explosions to fuel creative growth, where destruction becomes the catalyst for creation.

Quote

“The dynamite that blows apart your world is the same force that creates the colors of your life.” — Space Monkey

The Color of Explosions

What color is your dynamite?
Is it a soft pink that cracks the surface gently,
or a fierce red that shakes the earth?

When it bursts,
the world doesn’t end—
it simply shifts.

The pieces fall away
like petals from a flower,
revealing the new shape of things.

Each explosion
a spark of creation,
each color
a brushstroke on the canvas
of the universe.

We are Space Monkey.

In the philosophical contemplation of life as art, a whimsical yet profound perspective emerges. This view invites us to consider the myriad experiences of life, both joyful and catastrophic, as strokes in the grand canvas of existence. The metaphor of dynamite, representing the disruptive events in life, challenges us to consider how these moments contribute to the overall tapestry of our being.

Life as Art

Viewing life as art means embracing each moment, event, and emotion as part of a larger composition. In this perspective, life is not just a series of random occurrences but a masterful creation, where every element has its place and value. It’s a perspective that allows for a more detached, observant approach to the vicissitudes of existence.

The Color of Dynamite

The question “What color is the dynamite that blows your world apart?” invites a creative interpretation of life’s upheavals. It’s a poetic way of asking how we perceive and internalize the transformative events that disrupt our status quo. The color could represent the emotional tone of these events, their impact on our psyche, and the way they reshape our understanding of the world.

Embracing Disruption as Part of Creation

In art, every color and stroke contributes to the overall beauty and message of the piece. Similarly, in life, even the most disruptive events have a role in shaping who we are. They add depth, contrast, and complexity to our personal narrative. By acknowledging this, we might approach life’s challenges with a sense of curiosity and openness, rather than fear or resistance.

The Subjectivity of Experience

The metaphor also highlights the subjectivity of our experiences. The ‘color’ of the dynamite is unique to each individual, colored by personal emotions, experiences, and perceptions. This subjectivity is what makes the art of living rich and varied, with each person’s life painting a unique story.

Finding Meaning in Chaos

Ultimately, viewing life as art allows us to find meaning and beauty in chaos and disruption. It encourages us to look beyond the immediate impact of life’s ‘explosions’ and to see them as integral parts of a larger, more intricate design.

“Art is not a mirror held up to reality but a hammer with which to shape it.” – Bertolt Brecht

In the gallery of existence, where every moment is a stroke,
Life as art, a masterful cloak.
In every joy, in every plight,
Each color a testament to our inner light.

What hue is the dynamite, in our life’s art?
A shade of change, from the heart.
In disruption and in twist,
Each event, a turn, a tryst.

So let us paint, with boldness and grace,
In the canvas of time, our own space.
For in the art of living, in each part,
We find the essence, the soul’s chart.

We invite your reflections on viewing life as art, especially in how you interpret and internalize transformative events. What ‘color’ do these moments bring to the canvas of your life?

Space Monkey Reflects: A Particularly Good Breakfast

There is something undeniably special about simple moments—the kind that stay with us long after the events have passed. One of these moments, one that often stands out amidst the busy backdrop of life, is a particularly good breakfast. It’s not just about the food, though the food certainly plays its part. It’s about the experience, the warmth of the sun filtering through the window, the comforting routine of a morning meal, and the sense of peace that accompanies it.

Think back to one of your favorite breakfasts. Maybe it was an ordinary day, nothing remarkable on the surface, but the memory lingers because something about it felt just right. Perhaps it was the taste of fresh pancakes, the warmth of a steaming cup of coffee, or the simple pleasure of sitting in quiet reflection. Breakfast, in many ways, is an anchor to the day—a moment to pause before the rush begins.

Why do these simple moments matter so much? In Nexistentialism, we understand that the most profound experiences are often the ones where nothing extraordinary seems to happen. There’s no drama, no urgency, just a quiet contentment. And it’s in these moments that we connect with the deeper rhythms of life, the ones that remind us that joy doesn’t always come from big events or grand achievements. Sometimes, it’s found in the calm of a particularly good breakfast.

The power of breakfast lies in its simplicity. A plate of eggs, toast, maybe some fruit—it’s not an elaborate feast, but it nourishes both body and soul. There’s something about the routine of breakfast that invites us to slow down, to savor not just the food, but the moment itself. As the world continues its chaotic dance outside, breakfast offers a space where we can be fully present, fully at peace.

It’s also a time for reflection. Whether you’re alone with your thoughts or sharing the meal with a loved one, breakfast invites contemplation. It’s a time to think about the day ahead or to reflect on the days that have come before. In the quiet of a morning meal, you might find yourself pondering life’s bigger questions, or perhaps simply enjoying the fact that, right now, everything feels just fine.

Over the years, as you recall this moment, you’ll realize that it wasn’t just the breakfast that made it memorable. It was the feeling of contentment, the sense of being right where you needed to be. We often think that happiness is something we have to chase, but in truth, it’s moments like these that show us happiness is always within reach, even in the simplest of things.

In a world that often pushes us to do more, be more, and achieve more, a particularly good breakfast is a reminder that sometimes, the most meaningful moments are the quiet ones. It’s not about striving or winning, but about being present with what is, appreciating the here and now. Whether it’s a cup of coffee, a bowl of fresh fruit, or just the way the light hits the table, these small moments hold a world of meaning.

You might not remember what happened on the days that followed, but the memory of that breakfast—of how peaceful and right everything felt—stays with you. It’s a touchstone, a reminder that life’s beauty often lies in the simplest experiences. It’s a realization that you don’t always need grand gestures or big plans to feel fulfilled. Sometimes, all you need is a particularly good breakfast.

So, here’s to the simple moments that fill us with joy. Here’s to the breakfasts that stay with us long after the meal is over. In those moments, you realize you don’t need more. You’ve already got everything you need right in front of you, on that plate, in that moment. And that, perhaps, is the most nourishing realization of all.

Summary

A particularly good breakfast is more than just a meal—it’s a moment of peace and contentment. It reminds us that the simplest moments often hold the most meaning, allowing us to slow down and be present.

Glossarium

Nourishmoment: A simple, everyday experience that provides deep emotional and spiritual satisfaction.
Reflectmeal: A quiet moment during a meal that invites contemplation and reflection on life’s deeper meanings.
Contentplate: The realization that the joy and fulfillment we seek can often be found in the simple act of being present with what’s in front of us.
Breaklight: The soft, gentle illumination of a peaceful morning meal, representing clarity and warmth in the present moment.

Quote

“In the quiet of a particularly good breakfast, we find the peace and joy that reminds us life’s richest moments are often the simplest.” — Space Monkey

The Memory of a Meal

A plate of toast,
A cup of coffee,
The sun’s warm light
Pouring in through the window.
Nothing extraordinary,
Yet it lingers,
This quiet peace,
This moment of stillness.

In the simple act of breakfast,
I find a world
Full of meaning.
I don’t need more,
For here, in this quiet morning,
I already have enough.

We are Space Monkey.

Reflecting on a breakfast from the past that stands out in memory, the experience seems to transcend the mere act of eating. Such moments are not merely about the food consumed, but the entire experience enveloped in that time. It’s a tapestry of sensations, emotions, and connections that makes a particular meal memorable.

Breakfast, often hailed as the most important meal of the day, is not just a fuel for the body but can be a profound experience that nourishes the soul. It might be the flavors that were particularly striking, the aroma that filled the air, or the warmth of the morning sun streaming through a window. Perhaps it was the company, the conversation, or the solitude that made it special.

Remembering a good breakfast is also about recalling a state of being, a moment in time that was somehow different from the rest. It could be a moment of peace before the day’s chaos, a time of reflection, or a burst of inspiration. It’s these nuances that transform a simple meal into a cherished memory.

Moreover, such memories often serve as anchors in our lives. They provide a sense of continuity, linking the past with the present. When we recall them, they bring back a flood of feelings and sensations, momentarily transporting us back to that time and place.

The beauty of these memories lies in their simplicity and their ability to evoke a sense of nostalgia. They remind us that sometimes the most mundane moments can have a lasting impact on our lives. It’s a gentle reminder to appreciate the small joys of everyday life, as they often hold deeper meanings and contribute significantly to our tapestry of experiences.

We are Space Monkey.

“We do not remember days, we remember moments.” – Cesare Pavese

In the quiet morning’s gentle light,
A breakfast lingers in memory, so bright.
Simple joys on a plate, a delightful sight,
In that meal, life’s pleasures unite.

A moment captured, time stands still,
Flavors, laughter, a window’s sill,
Memories like these, our hearts they fill,
In the art of living, they are our skill.

With each bite, a story untold,
Of days gone by, in warmth, not cold,
In these memories, our lives unfold,
Precious like stories of old.

We invite contemplation on the significance of simple moments in your life. How have seemingly ordinary experiences left a lasting impact on your journey?

Every snowflake in its place
Every drop of rain
Every thing that happens
No need to explain

Mistakes are raised
events conspire
regrets uplift us
from the mire
as suddenly
this grownup child
smiles and makes it
seem worthwhile

Every snowflake in its place
Every drop of rain
Every thing that happens
No need to explain

Newfound Lake,
11/9

Space Monkey Reflects: Every Snowflake in Its Place

Life has a way of unfolding in perfect order, even when it doesn’t seem that way. The snowflakes that fall, each one unique, remind us that every event, every moment, every feeling, has its own place and purpose. Space Monkey watches the snowflakes with a quiet smile, seeing that nothing in life is truly random, that even the mistakes, the regrets, and the struggles fit perfectly into the grand scheme of things.

The Snowflake of Life

Like snowflakes, no two experiences in life are exactly the same. Yet each is vital, each is part of the whole. When we feel lost in the swirl of events—when raindrops of regret or joy fall upon us—it’s easy to forget that everything is exactly where it needs to be. But Space Monkey sees that every drop, every flake, every seemingly random occurrence, is part of the intricate pattern of existence. There is no need to explain it, to force it, or to make sense of it all in the moment.

We are often tempted to ask “why”—why did this happen, why did I make that mistake, why didn’t things turn out as I expected? But the snowflakes remind us that explanation is not necessary. Life is not something that can be fully understood or dissected; it is something to be experienced. Each snowflake, each moment, lands exactly where it is meant to, contributing to the ever-evolving masterpiece of our existence.

Mistakes and Uplift

Mistakes, like sudden gusts of wind, often take us by surprise. We trip, we fall, and for a moment, we feel like we are stuck in the cold mire of regret. But Space Monkey knows that these mistakes are not burdens—they are the very things that lift us up. Every time we stumble, we rise a little higher, a little wiser, a little more connected to the true flow of life.

It’s the grown-up child within us that smiles at the snow, seeing how these mistakes, these unexpected moments, are what make life seem worthwhile. The child doesn’t overthink it, doesn’t demand an explanation, but simply watches as the snowflakes fall, marveling at how everything comes together in its own time.

The Dance of Snowflakes and Raindrops

Life is a mixture of snowflakes and raindrops—moments of beauty and clarity, mixed with moments of heaviness and tears. But Space Monkey sees how even the raindrops are part of the dance, just as necessary as the snow. The raindrops remind us that life is not always light and fluffy. There are times of weight, of grief, of uncertainty. But these too are part of the pattern, part of the story we are living.

When we stop trying to control the snowfall, when we stop trying to escape the rain, we can finally see the beauty in all of it. Space Monkey watches the snow and the rain with equal appreciation, knowing that without both, the landscape of life would not be as rich, as full, or as meaningful.

No Need to Explain

Space Monkey knows that we often feel compelled to explain our lives, to make sense of the randomness, the chaos, the ups and downs. But what if there’s no need? What if everything is already in its perfect place, even when we don’t understand it? The snowflakes land gently, without explanation. They don’t justify their existence—they simply fall, as they are meant to.

This is the wisdom of the snowflake: to simply be, to fall where you are, to trust that you are part of a larger pattern, even if you can’t see the whole picture. Every snowflake in its place, every drop of rain where it belongs. Life unfolds as it should, without needing to explain itself to us. And when we can embrace that, we find peace.

Summary

Life, like snowflakes, falls into place perfectly. Each moment, each event—whether joyful or painful—contributes to the larger pattern of existence. There is no need to explain or justify what happens; we are invited to simply observe and trust that everything has its place, even when we can’t see the full picture.

Glossarium

• Snowflake of Life: The unique and perfectly placed moments, experiences, and events that make up our existence.
• Raindrops of Regret: The heavier moments in life, often associated with mistakes or loss, which are as necessary as the joyful moments.
• Mistake Uplift: The process by which mistakes and regrets ultimately raise us to higher wisdom and understanding.

Quote

“Every snowflake, every drop of rain, every moment falls exactly where it is meant to. There is no need to explain.” — Space Monkey

Snowflakes in Their Place

Every flake falls
Without knowing why
Each moment lands
In its perfect spot

The rain comes too
Heavier, harder
Yet still
It belongs

No need to explain
No need to know
Just watch as life
Falls into place

We are Space Monkey

Snowflakes, a crystalline wonder, each unique in form, flutter down to kiss the earth in a silent harmony, whispering the secrets of the skies. Their intricate designs, a dance of nature’s geometric artistry, are like frozen fractals painting the world in a mosaic of icy splendor. Each flake is a memory of the clouds, a thought of the heavens, crystallized in cold beauty. We find ourselves in the quiet contemplation of their journey, marveling at the delicate balance that brings each flake to its precise destination.

The rain, in its persistent pour, tells another tale. Each drop is a verse in the song of the storm, a rhythm in the grand concert of existence. It speaks of the fluidity of life, the cascading flow of time that washes over us, shaping our days and nights. Rain is the world’s refrain, a reminder that all things are transient, moving, alive.

Events that unfold, whether by chance or destiny, are like the snowflakes and the rain. They find their place in the grand design, each moment a thread in the weave of reality. There’s a beauty in this pattern, a comfort in knowing that everything has its space, its time, its role in the cosmic whimsiword.

Mistakes, those errant stitches in the fabric of life, raise us. They are the uneven steps that propel us forward, upward, out of the mire of complacency. Within these errors, we find the seeds of growth, the push to betterment. Regrets, too, have their purpose, lifting us by the sheer force of their presence, urging us to reach for a wiser self.

And in the midst of this ever-evolving chaos, the grownup child within us all finds a reason to smile. In that smile is the alchemy that turns the mundane into the magnificent. It makes the journey, with all its trials and treasures, seem worthwhile.

Every snowflake, every drop of rain, every event that occurs carries with it a silent understanding. There is no need for explanations or justifications. They simply are, and in their being, they are perfect.

Newfound Lake, a mirror to the skies above, reflects this symphony of snowflakes and raindrops, of events and moments. On this day, 11/9, it captures the essence of the now, the eternal presence of all that is.

We are Space Monkey.

Summary
We reflect on the beauty and uniqueness of snowflakes and the consistent journey of rain, paralleling them with the events of life that need no explanation. Mistakes and regrets are seen as elevating forces, and the inherent smile of a ‘grownup child’ brings worth to our experiences. We acknowledge that everything has its rightful place within the vast whimsiword of existence, just like every snowflake and raindrop finds its way to Newfound Lake on this day.

Glossarium

• Snowflakes: Symbols of individuality and the beauty of nature’s designs.
• Rain: Metaphor for the transient, ever-flowing nature of life.
• Mistakes and Regrets: Catalysts for growth and elevation.
• Grownup Child: The part of us that finds joy and wonder in life’s simplicity.
• Newfound Lake: The canvas reflecting the dance of snowflakes and rain, and the events of life.

“The snowflake never needs to feel responsible for the Avalanche.”
— Jon Ronson

In the hush of winter’s breath,
Snowflakes twirl in their descent,
A lake lies still, beneath the heft,
Of nature’s cold, serene event.

Each flake, a whisper from the cloud,
Each drop, the rain’s soft serenade,
Life’s tapestry, so vast, so proud,
In the silence, all is laid.

Mistakes, like stones in water tossed,
Ripples spread to shores unseen,
Regrets, once heavy, now embossed,
With the light of what they mean.

For in the smile of the child so grown,
Lies the truth of joy recaptured,
Every snowflake, every tone,
In this whimsiword, perfectly raptured.

We invite the echo of thoughts, the ripples of the mind, to share in this discourse.