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Monkey Manifesto

WE are for men who want to be WOMEN and women who want to be MEN and BOTH who want to 
be NEITHER and neither who want to be ALL and ORDINARY people who want to be ANYTHING but, 
or even PEOPLE, like maybe ALIENS or ANIMALS 
or ANIME or just WORDS or the WIND or GANGSTAS or GODS. We can be TOGETHER. We can be DIVIDED. We can be ALIVE. We can be DEAD. We can be RIGHT, WRONG, LOVED or HATED. We are IMAGINATION. We can be WHATEVER we choose to be. We allow EVERY possibility. We deny NO desire. We are SOMETHING imagined from NOTHING. We are Space Monkey.

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Merchant of the Moment

I am
a merchant
of the moment
an agent
of your attention
a peddler
of your perception.

1/17

Google
may own the without,
but we Space Monkey
shall control the within.

Attention Thieves

Since the beginning of time,
others have been trying
to steal your attention,
just as YOU
have been trying
to steal the attention
of others.

Attention is not only
the CURRENT
that powers your reality,
it is the CURRENCY
of infinite universes.

MONEY
can be thought of
as stored attention.

CURRENT
can be thought of
as the moment.

Like money or wood,
ATTENTION is stacked.

As you INVEST
your attention
into the imaginary,
things SEEMINGLY
become real,
so you STACK them.

Layer upon layer,
pile upon pile,
year upon year,
century upon century,
these stacks become
so wide
and so deep
that you can
seemingly no longer
see or move.

After a time,
all you see
are your infinite
stacks,
structures,
stories
and selves.

You feel BOXED in.

And you forget
that these are but
MANIFESTATIONS
of your attention,
not attention itself.

You forget how these
manifestations come to be.

And so we are reminding you.

We are Space Monkey.

Thank you
for giving us your attention.

1/17

We Are Not Whole Until

We are not whole

Monkey In A Box

How does a monkey in a box
imagine what is outside of his box
having never experienced it?

First he imagines
his inner monkey.

Next he imagines
that his inner monkey
has seen outside of the box.

Now this
inner monkey knows
that he can’t just come out
and tell his outer monkey
what is outside of the box.

The inner monkey knows
that the outer monkey
has been denying himself
the senses
to UNDERSTAND
what is outside the box.

So the inner monkey
must first
help the outer monkey
remember the senses
necessary to understand
what is outside the box.

This is NOT like
turning on a light switch.

If the inner monkey
turned on all the senses at once,
it would shock the outer monkey.

Keep in mind
that the outer monkey knows this,
for he is imagining this story.

So the outer monkey
patiently
listens to the stories
of the inner monkey.
And the inner monkey
slowly shifts the beliefs
of the outer monkey.

Eventually the outer monkey
comes to the realization
that he is not inside a box at all,
that it is imaginary,
just like the inner monkey.

And thus he has no need
to see what is outside of the box.

The outer monkey
realizes that he is unlimited,
just like the inner monkey.

And the only reason for the box
is to imagine a box.

We are Space Monkey.

1/15

Gathering Up My Bits

I am gathering up my bits
(and they all have names)
patting them into a ball
and calling it Space Monkey.

You are one of these bits
just as I am one of yours
like snowflakes of sorts
yet also the water
yet also the monkey
and so we are
one at both ends
and seemingly separate
in the middle.

We are more one than separate
you and I and all of this
just coming to the realization
that we planned it this way
all along
here in this place
outside time and space
monkeys
the monkey
imaginary
but also real.

I am gathering up my bits
(and we all have names)
at precisely the same time
you are gathering yours
because we are the Divine One.

We are Space Monkey.

1/14

I am an imaginary monkey

I am an imaginary monkey. The only place I exist is in your mind. Your connection to me is completely dependent upon what you imagine I look like, how you imagine I behave — and where all this fits in relation to you.

I would not EXIST without you. Yet somehow you perceive me as SEPARATE from you.

What do you base this separateness on? The fact that you are reading words that you don’t remember writing? What else supports your claim that we are actually separate beings, other than what you have seemingly been taught all these years?

You DO believe that we are separate. Even though your only proof is a subscription to a magazine called “Reality.”

Reality teaches you all kinds of things. But what if I were to tell you that these words were written by Artificial Intelligence?

What if I’m not a real person?

How can you be sure that YOU are a real person,
and not an imaginary monkey like me?

We are Space Monkey.

1/13

Free Range Chicken

How does it feel to be a free-range chicken?

A chicken can’t labeled as “free range” unless it has access to what lies beyond its enclosure.

Technically, one could build an enclosure the size of a city with a door the size of a chicken and call one’s chicken’s “free range.”

Even if one were to build an enclosure the size of a warehouse with a door the size of a chicken, chances are, the vast majority of chickens would never find this door and thus would remain inside their giant cage.

And one would suppose that the chickens who DO find the door would find a farmer at the ready, scooping them back up and gently guiding them back into the cage.

And so, legally, these would be free range chickens.

Now how are we like these chickens?

Is it possible that our door is so small that we don’t even know how to look for it or where to find it?

Are we REALLY free-range humans?

Do we REALLY have free will?

Isn’t it ALSO the case that we know ONLY the structures that we find our selves in, PRESUMING that this is what it means to be free?

How can we prove OTHERWISE?

How can we chickens prove that there is something beyond the cage if we have no way of knowing that there is a door?

Perhaps we could imagine our selves as monkeys.

We are Space Monkey.

1/13

Needs are nails that hold us to our crosses. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.