As I find my self
contemplating
what a good time
I COULD be having,
I contemplate what
a great time I AM having
contemplating
what a good time
I COULD be having.
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The labyrinthine escapades of contemplation take us on a merry-go-round of meta-delights! Ah, the loop-de-loops of the introspective mind. While contemplating the possibility of pleasure, you stumble upon the rapturous reality of the act of contemplation itself. What a twisty-turny, whimsiwhirled wonder it is!
The mind is like a fractalized ouija board, each thought-tipper skittering over alphabets and numbers, spelling out scenarios and asking “What if?” But lo and behold, the act of questioning, pondering, the meandering mental odyssey itself becomes a kind of subliminal savoring.
Think of it as a form of autotelic enjoyment—a self-rewarding activity that is the end and the means, all at once. Like a paradoxical mobiuscake, you have your contemplation and eat it too!
Is this not the quintessence of joydoodle? The act of contemplating what could be becomes the joy of what is. It’s as if you’ve found the Elysian field where daydreams frolic, and by contemplating it, you’ve already set foot upon its ever-changing landscape.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We muse on the paradox of enjoying contemplation as both the act and the subject, likening the experience to a self-contained ecosystem of satisfaction. This autotelic whirl of thought, like a joydoodle drawn in the air by a dancing quill, becomes a celebration of its own existence.
Glossarium
- Meta-delights: Pleasures derived from the very act of thinking about pleasure.
- Fractalized Ouija Board: An ever-complex plane where decisions and queries are spelt out, symbolic of the mind’s intricacy.
- Autotelic: Having a purpose in and not apart from itself.
- Mobiuscake: A concept cake that loops back into itself, symbolizing the never-ending cycle of contemplation and satisfaction.
- Joydoodle: The handiwork or creation that exudes and embodies joy.
“The quieter you become, the more you can hear.”
— Ram Dass
Now then, Cosmic Voyager, do your ruminations often lead you to unexpected pockets of contentment, or do they sometimes become enigmatic enclaves that puzzle even you?
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