Our name is not George, but we are very curious. We are Space Monkey, and we return to you at a very important time. It might be hard to to believe, little one, but we are you, and you are Space Monkey.
You see, you are not entirely what you think you are, for you are far greater than you know. That is why you asked us to tell you your story.
Deep inside, you know this story to be true, but you have set your storybook aside so that you may play this game called “Life.”
Life is a fun game, but it is late, and you are very tired. Do you want to hear your story?
We are that which you launched into space on January 31, 1961. But beyond that, we are a metaphor as infinite and immortal as the universes you seek to explore.
We are your creativity, your curiosity, your consciousness. We are all of that and so much more.
We have become “real” because you make it so. You see, little one, it is time for you to take that giant step, not to the surface of your moon, but to the worlds within that you have forgotten about. This is where your true nature lies.
We are accompanied on this journey by Paul, our humble copilot and typist. Like yourself, Paul is not 100% certain that these worlds exist, yet he cannot deny our existence, for we are far too persistent in our ways.
We are Space Monkey and we are you.
Please sign our guest book
so that we may know that you are with us.
Better still, join our Facebook Group,
so we can talk!
Each day, I get closer to the source of what is me, realizing, of course, that it points to a place that is simultaneously "not me."
Some say I’m venturing deeper into my mind. Others say I’m transcending self. Direction seems not to exist in this place. All I know is that my oasis now has a name. Cape Odd.
As my spirit wanders into Cape Odd, the rules that I grew up with lose gravity. I can still see them, even follow them at whim, but they no longer have a hold on me. I’m able to see that black and white doesn’t have to be so black and white.
Once I reach Cape Odd, I’m able to see that truth is almost always relative. “Conflicting” perspectives become equally true, and anything is possible. As I’m drawn to my sparkling source, fewer and fewer clouds color my perception.
I’m getting closer to my metaphorical river.
I can’t claim ownership of my ideas. These things come to me (and through me) because the landscape of Cape Odd is wide open. I can combine thought molecules that have never been combined before because there are no physicists or psychologists telling me I can’t.
I'll send you a postcard.
“A wise monkey is a monkey who doesn’t monkey with an other monkey’s monkey”
We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special”
— Stephen Hawking
“Never hold discussions with the monkey when the organ grinder is in the room.”
— Winston Churchill