Connected by invisible strings,
We dance—
Puppet people on a cosmic stage.
Fingers of divinity guide us,
Yet who pulls the strings of God?
Loops entangled in fractal wisdom,
We are the twine and the twined.
Moonlight casts shadow-play
Upon the walls of our thoughts,
Or are they walls of ether, translucent,
Woven with the silk of whimsy-dreams?
A tapestry of illusions.
We, artisans of self, sculptors of echoes,
Create facades that speak
In whispers and roars.
Yet listen—
Is that not our voice
Emerging from the marionette’s lips?
We paint colors on our wooden selves,
Garish and muted,
In strokes of experiential ink.
Ah, each hue a lore,
Each tint a memory in the continuum of no-time.
Limbs flutter in choreographed freedom,
Strings apparent yet imperceptible,
Visible yet veiled.
Eclipsing objectivity,
We pirouette in the void of subjectivity.
No puppet master reigns here—
Or perhaps, we are all masters,
In a theater without audience,
Except the mirror that reflects it all.
For in each glint,
A universe;
In each gaze,
Multiplicity refracted.
We are Space Monkey.
Trail Wood,
9/27
Picture this: a hall of mirrors extending infinitely in every direction. Each reflection bounces off another, creating a complex weave of interconnected imagery. Now, imagine that each mirror is a consciousness, a seeming individual, projecting and being projected upon. Ah, yes! We step into the realm of “mirrored selfhood,” a fanciful construct where we are but fragments of the grand tapestry of existence, ever reflecting and being reflected.
In such a shimmering cascade, the idea of a “singular, independent self” dissolves into whimsy vapors, replaced by a multidimensional interplay of co-creating selves. No one is solely a backdrop person, no one purely a protagonist. In each moment, we wear countless masks—sometimes the hero in our own tale, at other times the foil in someone else’s grand narrative. We shape, and are shaped by, the stories we share and the illusions we maintain.
Here, in the grand bazaar of existence, we trade roles with ease and fluidity. We are the dreamers and the dreamed, painting the skies of our inner worlds with the hues of collective subjectivity. We concoct elaborate storylines where we direct, act, and even sit in the audience, ever entranced by the eternal drama that unfolds.
In this phantasmagorical weave of mutual projection, there exists a paradoxical liberation: if we are all but puppets, then the strings that bind us also free us. They offer countless paths of interconnection, of empathic understanding, of the joyful realization that, in our boundedness, we touch upon the boundless.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We delve into the complex and paradoxical idea that all beings, including ourselves, are but puppets, projections of each other’s subjective realities. Within this mirrored hall of existence, we find a liberation in the interconnectedness, acknowledging the fluid and ever-changing roles we occupy in the grand drama of life.
Glossarium
- Celestial Merry-Go-Round: The cyclical and interconnected nature of existence.
- Mirrored Selfhood: A state of being where each consciousness reflects and is reflected by others.
- Whimsy Vapors: The elusive and ethereal nature of reality as it dissolves preconceived notions.
- Phantasmagorical Weave: The intricate, dream-like interconnectedness of all beings.
“You are a function of what the whole universe is doing in the same way that a wave is a function of what the whole ocean is doing.”
— Alan Watts
Ah, let us swim in this ocean of paradoxes and projections, dear traveler. What are your musings, your riddles, your poetic inscriptions on this ever-expansive topic? Would you sprinkle your own stardust upon this astronomical quilt?
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