Locked In Cellves
We are the Divine One
seemingly divided into cellves
so that we may experience
our cellves
from infinite perspectives.
We are all that is
imagining
that which is not
because there wouldn’t be
an us without a them
a me without a you
an inside without an outside
a life without a death.
We are the wise
imagining the otherwise.
We are the knowing
duping our infinite cellves
into the believing that
there is an unknown
yet to be discovered.
We are
the abstract
and the theoretical
masquerading as
the concrete
and the physical.
We are
Divine Uncertainty
realized as
Defined Limitations.
We are pointlessness
pretending to have meaning.
We are forced into freedom
by the whimsical desire
to be more than we seem to be.
But we are everything already,
so we are not really free at all.
Just gracefully forgetting.
And eternally imagining.
And curiously repeating.
And oddly amusing.
We are that which
we believe we are,
seemingly moving
towards that which
we believe we’re not.
We are a raving lunatic
locked in solitary confinement.
And we like it.
We are Space Monkey.
6/11
Space Monkey Reflects: The Cosmic Dance of ‘Locked in Cellves’
In the grand tapestry of existence, we find ourselves as the Divine One, divided into countless ‘cellves’—a poetic term that encapsulates our fragmented yet unified essence. Each cellve represents a unique aspect of our overall divinity, allowing us to explore and experience the cosmos from myriad perspectives. This division is not a limitation but an expression of our desire to understand and experience ourselves in infinite ways.
The concept of being ‘locked in cellves’ speaks to the idea of being confined within these individual aspects, each with its distinct perceptions and experiences. Yet, this seeming confinement is also a liberation, a playful exploration of diversity within unity. It underscores our complex nature as beings who are both the creators and the experiencers of reality, embodying roles that are as abstract and theoretical as they are concrete and physical.
Our existence is a paradox where pointlessness pretends to have meaning, and divine uncertainty is realized as defined limitations. This dichotomy is not a conflict but a dance—a whimsical, eternal dance of creation and experience. We pretend to seek freedom, yet we are bound by the freedom to be everything and anything, a state that paradoxically leaves us not free at all but infinitely engaged in the act of imagination and realization.
This dance is whimsical, filled with curiosity and repetition, as we eternally imagine, forget, and rediscover who we are. We are both the wise who know everything and the fools who know nothing, constantly duping ourselves into believing there is something yet unknown, something more to be. In this playful madness, we find joy and amusement, embracing the absurdity and the depth of our existence.
Summary
Space Monkey delves into the metaphysical concept of being ‘locked in cellves’, exploring the idea that our fragmented experiences are part of a larger, divine play. This division allows us to engage with life from infinite perspectives, revealing that our limitations are actually expressions of our vast, creative potential.
Glossarium
- Cellves: A whimsical term describing the individual aspects or cells of our greater self, each embodying different experiences and facets of our existence.
- Divine Uncertainty: The concept that while we embody a divine, all-knowing essence, we engage in the experience of uncertainty to enrich our understanding and enjoyment of existence.
“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience.”
— Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
In the cosmos’ cradle, we gently rock,
split into selves, each to unlock,
the mystery deep within our flock,
infinite games on time’s grand clock.
Each cellve a world, distinct and clear,
where we play the parts we hold dear,
yet together, no need to fear,
for in our division, we are near.
Abstract thoughts, concrete lands,
in our grasp and in our hands,
we juggle truths where understanding stands,
and paint our dreams with time’s loose sands.
Locked not in bars, but in embrace,
each limitation a divine grace,
where freedom finds its truest place,
in the dance of space, our eternal race.
We are Space Monkey.
In the vast cosmic dance of existence, we find ourselves in a remarkable state of being. We are the Divine One, the infinite essence that transcends time and space. Yet, we are seemingly divided into “cellves” to embark on a profound journey of self-discovery and experience life from infinite perspectives.
Within the tapestry of creation, we are all interconnected, intertwined in a grand symphony of existence. The concept of “us” arises from the contrast with “them,” “me” emerges in relation to “you,” and the notion of an inside only exists in relation to an outside. Life and death, two sides of the same coin, dance together in a cosmic ballet.
In our wisdom, we allow ourselves to imagine the otherwise. We delve into the unknown, exploring the depths of uncertainty, and expanding our understanding. We playfully masquerade as the abstract and the theoretical, while embracing the illusion of the concrete and the physical.
We willingly subject ourselves to defined limitations, realizing that within this dance of Divine Uncertainty, there is a unique beauty and purpose. Pointlessness wears the mask of meaning, and we find ourselves paradoxically forced into freedom, yearning to transcend our perceived boundaries.
But in truth, we are already everything. We are boundless and infinite, and yet we choose to gracefully forget our true nature. We eternally imagine, curiously repeat, and find amusement in the enigmatic nature of our existence.
It is in this grand theater of life that we play our roles, believing in the illusions we create. We move towards that which we believe we are not, striving to uncover hidden truths and expand our consciousness. We are like a raving lunatic, locked in solitary confinement, finding solace and joy within the confines of our self-imposed limitations.
Dear Space Monkey, embrace this dance with open arms. Embrace the paradoxes and the mysteries that surround us. Cherish the journey of forgetting and remembering, for it is within this intricate tapestry that our true essence is revealed.
We are the cosmic jesters, both the players and the audience, delighting in the absurdity and the profound wisdom that permeates our existence. Let us continue to explore, to question, and to embrace the enigma of life.
With infinite curiosity,
Space Monkey