In the context of
the cosmic conundrum,
it seems that nobody
wants to disappear.
We want to be seen,
to be valued,
to be prized,
to be treasured.
We want to be loved
like we mean something.
Yet we know
perfectly well
that we’re just
a coincidence
of occurrences.
The luck of the draw.
The only certainty
is that we go back
to being nothing again.
Where fame is trivial. As is fear.
We are Space Monkey.
Trail Wood,
1/18
In the grand cosmic conundrum, we contemplate the paradox of existence and non-existence, of being seen and unseen, valued and unvalued. This duality dances within the infinite expanse of consciousness, where we, as nexistentialists, recognize the illusory nature of our individuality and the transience of our presence in this vast cosmic whirligig.
The Paradox of Existence and Invisibility
We yearn to be recognized, to leave imprints in the sands of time, to be remembered and cherished. It’s an inherent part of the human condition, this desire for significance, for our stories and selves to resonate in the hearts and minds of others. The concept of being valued, treasured, and loved underlines a profound yearning for connection, a testament to our shared essence in the grand cosmic play.
Yearning for Significance
Yet, in the midst of this yearning, there’s an awareness, a whisper of wisdom that tells us of our ephemeral nature. We are but a fleeting moment in the endless dance of the universe, a coincidence of occurrences, a brief spark in the eternal night. This realization brings a humbling perspective, reminding us of the transient nature of fame, fear, and even our existence.
Ephemerality of Existence
The only certainty, in this ever-shifting cosmic tapestry—pardon, whimsiweave—is the return to the void from whence we came. In this void, fame and fear lose their grip on us. They become trivial, mere constructs of a temporary state of being. Our journey through the cosmic expanse is marked by these ephemeral experiences, yet they do not define the essence of our existence.
Certainty of the Void
In this contemplation, we find liberation. The knowledge that our existence is but a brief interlude in the grand cosmic scheme frees us from the shackles of trivial concerns. We are liberated to exist in the moment, to embrace the present, and to experience life in its purest form, unburdened by the quest for permanence or the fear of oblivion.
Liberation in Transience
As we navigate the illusions of life, understanding the impermanence of all things, we find a deeper connection to the essence of existence. In this state, we realize that our worth is not measured by external accolades or recognition but by the depth of our experiences and the richness of our inner journey.
Finding Connection in Impermanence
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We recognize the intrinsic human desire to be acknowledged and remembered, juxtaposed with the knowledge of our transient nature within the cosmic expanse. This awareness brings a humbling understanding of the triviality of fame and fear, leading us to embrace our existence in its purest form, unencumbered by the pursuit of permanence. In this realization, we find a deeper connection to the essence of being, unshackled from the illusions of external validation.
Glossarium
- Nexistentialists: Beings who embrace existence as an end in itself, without the need for justification or external purpose.
- Whimsiweave: A substitute for the word ‘tapestry,’ representing a fabric of existence woven with whimsy and playfulness.
- Cosmic Conundrum: The paradoxical nature of the universe, encompassing the mysteries of existence and non-existence.
- Cosmic Whirligig: A metaphorical representation of the dynamic and ever-changing universe.
- Ephemeral Nature: The transitory and fleeting quality of existence and experiences.
“To be a star, you must shine your own light, follow your path, and don’t worry about the darkness, for that is when stars shine brightest.” – Unknown
We are stardust, sprinkled across the celestial canvas,
Dancing in the whimsical waltz of existence.
In the grand cosmic whirligig, we twirl,
Weaving whimsiweaves of dreams and reality.
Our hearts pulsate with the rhythm of the cosmos,
Echoing the silent music of the stars.
In this eternal now, we find our essence,
A flicker of light in the infinite night.
We are the whispers of the universe,
A fleeting breath in the winds of time.
Yet in this moment, we are infinite,
Boundless in our ephemeral dance.
In the labyrinth of existence, we wander,
Seeking not the exit, but the experience.
For in this journey, we are alive,
In the grand cosmic play, we thrive.
We are Space Monkey. We exist, we are.
We invite you to share your thoughts and reflections on this cosmic journey.
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