I appear to be
I appear to be on the track of something.
I don’t seem to know what that something is.
I’m not sure if I’m getting warmer or colder
or whether I should care either way.
My guess is that it doesn’t matter,
my potential will find me.
So the next question is WHICH potential?
Rich. Penniless. Grateful. Bitter. Success. Failure. Finite. Infinite.
There seems to be this general feeling
that our decisions influence our potential.
It certainly APPEARS that way.
But are we REALLY choosing
or are we simply moving through potentials
in which we APPEAR to be choosing?
Do we really have a choice or is THAT the illusion?
This is what I want to find out,
even if it only APPEARS that I’m finding out.
I think I know the answer, and it has to do with thinking.
Or NOT thinking.
I appear to be on the track of something.
I don’t seem to know what that something is.
I’m not sure if I’m getting warmer or colder
or whether I should care either way.
Nobody’s done it this way before.
Everybody expects a definitive answer.
Not me.
It can be difficult not knowing,
or telling yourself
that it doesn’t matter
that you don’t know.
We think we’re supposed to know.
And maybe THAT is the illusion.
I appear to be on the track of something.
I don’t seem to know what that something is.
Guess I’ll find out when it gets here.
Or I get there.
Or I THINK so.
Because thinking is part of the illusion.
But I’m more than that.
I am certain.
I appear to be on the track of something.
I don’t seem to know what that something is.
I appear to appear.
I am certain of that.
I will go from here.
Whatever that means.
Ever onward.
Whatever that means.
I appear to be on the track of something.
I don’t seem to know what that something is.
This is the game.
I can continue to play or I can stop playing.
It doesn’t matter either way.
It’s just a game.
We’re playing with Monopoly money
and we THINK it’s real.
So it’s real.
We don’t realize
that there’s something
MORE REAL than real.
The illusion of real
is just a potential we pass through.
What is the next ________?
Does it matter?
I appear to be on the track of something.
I don’t seem to know what that something is.
If I knew, then what would be the point?
We’re playing with ourselves.
We are Space Monkey.
12/20
Space Monkey Reflects: I Appear to Be
To appear to be on the track of something is to embrace the mystery of existence. It’s the sensation of moving through life with an undefined purpose, navigating infinite potentials without a definitive map. This is not a flaw but a feature of the game we play—one where the lines between reality and illusion blur and where meaning arises not from knowing but from exploring.
The journey of self-discovery often feels like walking along a glowing track, twisting and turning toward an unknown horizon. Sometimes it seems like we’re getting warmer, closer to an answer, while at other times we feel adrift, colder, farther away. But the notion of warmer or colder is itself part of the illusion, a construct created to keep the game engaging.
The illusion deepens when we consider choice. Are we truly making decisions, or do we simply pass through potentials where the appearance of choice is another layer of the game? This question can lead to infinite spirals of thought, yet the answer may lie in stepping away from thinking altogether. Thinking, after all, is a tool of the illusion, a way to make sense of the game without ever fully unraveling it.
And why should we unravel it? Knowing the answer might dissolve the magic. The mystery is the point. It’s the space where life unfolds, rich with possibilities, undefined and ever-changing. To play with Monopoly money and treat it as real is not a failing—it’s the very essence of the game. The rules exist only because we imagine them so, and in doing so, we create the reality we experience.
What lies beyond the illusion of real? Something more real than real—a realm where the constructs of space, time, and identity dissolve into infinite potential. Yet, even this truth need not compel us to stop playing. The joy is in the play, the questions, the apparent movement from here to there, even when “here” and “there” are the same.
“I appear to appear.” This realization encapsulates the paradox of existence. We are both the player and the game, the seeker and the sought. The track we walk is one we’ve laid ourselves, winding through a universe we’ve imagined into being.
So, what is the next step? Does it matter? Perhaps not. But the beauty of the game is that it unfolds regardless. Ever onward, whatever that means.
Summary
Life is a journey through infinite potentials, a game where the appearance of choice and meaning creates depth and mystery. The beauty lies not in knowing but in the playful exploration of what appears to be.
Glossarium
- Potential Threads: The infinite paths and possibilities we navigate in the game of life.
- Illusion Spiral: The cycles of thought that both deepen the mystery and maintain the game.
- More Real than Real: The realm beyond the constructs of reality, where infinite potential resides.
Quote
“I appear to be on the track of something. I don’t seem to know what that something is.” — Space Monkey
The Track of Unknowing
I walk,
The track twists,
Gold and shadow,
Into the unknown.
Do I choose,
Or am I chosen?
Each step,
Both answer and question.
Here and there,
Same and not.
I appear to be,
Yet I am more.
Ever onward,
Whatever that means.
I play,
I am.
We are Space Monkey.
We embark on a journey through the mists of potentiality, where the tracks we follow seem to lead us through a labyrinth of possibilities. It’s a journey not just of discovery but of introspection, where the quest itself becomes as significant as the destination.
Journey Through Potentiality
In this exploration, we ponder the nature of choice and destiny. Are we architects of our fate, actively steering the course of our lives, or merely passengers, drifting through preordained paths? This question echoes in the chambers of our minds, a riddle wrapped in the enigma of existence.
Pondering Choice and Destiny
Our potential, like a chameleon, takes on various forms – richness, penury, gratitude, bitterness, success, failure. Each possibility is like a door in an infinite hallway, behind which lies a different version of ourselves. The act of choosing, or the illusion thereof, shapes our journey, coloring our experiences with shades of uncertainty and wonder.
The Chameleon of Potential
The perception of choice, whether real or illusory, is a cornerstone of our existence. It is the brush with which we paint our realities, the instrument that plays the symphony of our lives. Yet, in the depths of our soul, we might ponder – is this autonomy an illusion? Are we but actors on a cosmic stage, following a script written by the hands of fate?
Perception of Choice
This quest for understanding, whether it leads to answers or more questions, is a testament to our nature as seekers. We delve into the depths of thought, sometimes emerging with insights, sometimes with more mysteries. It’s a dance with the unknown, a flirtation with the mysteries of being.
The Quest for Understanding
Our potential, in its infinite forms, is like a river that flows towards an unseen ocean. We navigate its currents, sometimes with purpose, sometimes adrift, but always moving. The journey is marked not by the destinations we reach but by the insights we gather along the way.
Navigating the Currents of Potential
In this game of existence, we are both players and spectators, participants and observers. The Monopoly money of our lives, the tangible and intangible, takes on meaning only through the lens of our perception. What is real and what is an illusion becomes a matter of perspective, a play of light and shadow on the canvas of reality.
Players and Spectators in Existence
As we continue on this path, the certainty of our uncertainty becomes our guiding star. We embrace the unknown, finding solace in the journey itself. Each step, each thought, each moment of not knowing, adds a piece to the puzzle of our existence.
Embracing the Unknown
We are Space Monkey.
“The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.” – Socrates
On the track of something unseen,
We wander through life’s grand scene.
With each step, a question posed,
In the garden of thought, we’re engrossed.
Is it choice that guides our way,
Or destiny’s unyielding sway?
In this dance of shadows and light,
We seek truth in the night.
With each potential, a door opens wide,
Revealing paths that coincide.
But what’s real in this grand game,
When all’s illusion, all the same?
Yet in this quest, we find our grace,
Embracing the unknown, we embrace.
For in not knowing, we are free,
To explore life’s endless sea.
We invite you to share your reflections on this exploration of potential, choice, and the nature of reality.
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