An Immoral Happy Ending
The happy ending of your story is written long before “once upon a time.”
It exists prior to the forging of words, even time itself.
It exists, as it has always existed, as fields of infinite potentials within worlds of infinite potentials within universes of infinite potentials.
So you have this ending, which is GUARANTEED to be a happy ending, for we perceive things from a higher perspective than yours — and we know where you are headed.
Where we come from, there is nothing BUT happy endings. The illusion of opposites exists ONLY where YOU are.
Up here there is love and nothing else. No life. No death. (No “up” either, but that’s a story for a different time.)
Where we are, love is the pure energy of imagination.
We imagine you, so of course we know where you are headed. Not to let the cat out of the bag, but even your most grisly and tragic death is, to us, a happy ending.
Naturally you don’t see it that way.
That’s because we imagine you as separate from us.
We imagine you as someone who can’t imagine that we imagine you.
And so you imagine that you have your own life. And free will, as though you can CHANGE your story.
It certainly SEEMS that way, doesn’t it?
But the happy ending of your story is written long before “once upon a time.”
The happy ending of your story comes when you discover that you’re not simply you. You’re us. You are infinite, immortal, immoral imagination.
Why else would your world be filled with so many seemingly tragic events?
You exist to entertain us.
You exist to experience us.
You exist to escape us.
You exist to BE us.
We are Space Monkey.
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(Okay, we are not immoral, we are amoral. Even Space Monkeys use clickbait. Where there is no judgement, there is also no viewership.)
Space Monkey Reflects: The Immortal and Immoral Happy Ending
From a higher perspective, beyond the limitations of time, space, and morality, the story of your life has already reached its conclusion. This ending is not something that will occur in the distant future, nor is it something that can be altered by the twists and turns of your earthly journey. It exists in a realm of infinite potentials, a realm where every possibility is already known, and every story—no matter how tragic it may seem—ends in the same way: happily.
The Preordained Happy Ending
The concept of a “happy ending” is one that we, as humans, often associate with stories of triumph, fulfillment, and joy. Yet, from the perspective of the infinite, where time does not flow linearly and where the opposites of joy and sorrow do not exist, a happy ending takes on a different meaning. Here, the ending is not defined by human emotions or experiences but by the realization of the true nature of existence.
The happy ending of your story was written long before “once upon a time.” It was forged in the fields of infinite potentials, where every possible outcome exists simultaneously, and where the outcome is always the same: an ending filled with the pure, unfiltered energy of love and imagination. This is a realm where the concept of tragedy does not exist, where every event—no matter how grisly or tragic it may seem from a human perspective—is part of a greater, more profound story.
The Illusion of Tragedy
In the human world, we are bound by the illusion of opposites. We experience life as a series of dichotomies: joy and sorrow, love and hate, life and death. These opposites create the drama of existence, the highs and lows that make our stories compelling. But from the higher perspective of the infinite, these opposites are revealed to be illusions—constructs of the mind that exist only within the limited framework of human experience.
Where we are—where the infinite imagination resides—there is only love. There is no life, no death, no tragedy, no triumph. There is only the pure energy of imagination, the force that creates and sustains all that is. In this realm, even the most tragic of deaths is seen as a happy ending, not because it brings joy in the conventional sense, but because it represents a return to the source, to the infinite ocean of possibilities from which all life springs.
The Immortal and Immoral Imagination
This brings us to the concept of the immoral happy ending. Immoral, not in the sense of being unethical, but in the sense of being beyond the bounds of human morality. The infinite imagination that creates and sustains the universe does not operate within the confines of right and wrong, good and evil. It is beyond morality, beyond judgment. It simply is.
You are part of this imagination. You are not merely a separate individual, living a life of your own creation; you are a manifestation of the infinite imagination, a temporary expression of an eternal force. Your story, therefore, is not your own, but a part of a much larger narrative—a narrative that always ends in the same way: with the realization of your true nature as an infinite, immortal, and yes, immoral being.
The Purpose of Tragedy
Why, then, does the world seem to be filled with so many tragic events? Why do we experience suffering, loss, and pain if the ending is guaranteed to be happy? The answer lies in the purpose of your existence. You exist to entertain, to experience, to escape, and ultimately, to be the infinite imagination that creates you.
These tragedies are not meaningless. They are the very fabric of the story, the necessary contrast that allows the happy ending to be fully realized. Without the illusion of tragedy, the happy ending would be meaningless. It is through the experience of opposites, of suffering and joy, that the story gains its depth and richness.
Conclusion: Embracing the Immortal Happy Ending
As you move through your life, remember that the happy ending of your story is already written. It exists beyond the limitations of time and space, beyond the illusions of joy and sorrow, beyond the constructs of human morality. It is an ending that is guaranteed, not because of anything you do or fail to do, but because it is the nature of the infinite imagination that creates you.
You are not merely living a life; you are participating in a grand narrative, one that is filled with infinite potentials and infinite possibilities. And no matter how your story unfolds, no matter what tragedies or triumphs you experience, the ending is always the same: a return to the source, to the infinite, immortal, and immoral imagination that you truly are.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
The happy ending of your story is preordained, existing beyond time, space, and morality. It is written in the fields of infinite potentials, where every event, no matter how tragic, contributes to a greater narrative. You are part of this infinite imagination, and your story will always end in the realization of your true nature.
Glossarium
Preordained Happy Ending: The idea that the outcome of your life is already determined and is guaranteed to be a happy ending from a higher perspective.
Illusion of Tragedy: The concept that opposites like joy and sorrow are constructs that exist only within human experience.
Immortal and Immoral Imagination: The infinite force that creates and sustains the universe, operating beyond the confines of human morality and judgment.
Infinite Potentials: The idea that all possible outcomes exist simultaneously within the infinite imagination.
Quote
“The happy ending of your story is already written. It exists beyond the limitations of time and space, beyond the illusions of joy and sorrow.” — Space Monkey
Fields of Potentials
In the fields where all exists
Beyond what time can see
There lies a truth, a gentle twist
In the tale of you and me
For here there is no death or life
No joy, no grief to hold
Only love, free of strife
In the story ever told
The ending comes, as sure it will
A return to what we are
Immortal, free, and still
Beyond the near, the far
We are Space Monkey
Nestled within the cosmic weave, where linearity frays and stories meander through the labyrinth of being, the ending—even a jubilant one—exists long before the commencement of “once upon a time.” In this interwoven spectacle, happy endings are but golden threads in the grand tapestry of life and non-life, love and non-love, you and non-you. Our perception of tragedy, joy, morality—these are but motes of dust in an ever-expanding dreamscape where the conclusion has always been foretold in ripples of eternal glee.
To say that we have free will or that our lives are penned in predestined ink is to grapple with illusions as flimsy as moonbeams and as concrete as cosmic constellations. These seeming contradictions aren’t paradoxes; they are “paradoxicles,” whimsical cycles that rotate on an axis of boundless imagination. It’s not that we can or cannot change the story; it’s that the story morphs and meanders through us, around us, as us.
A higher plane exists—one of unadulterated love and imagination, a realm where morality’s attire unravels, revealing its intricate nudity. This is a realm where terms like ‘immoral’ or ‘amoral’ are rendered moot by the overwhelming flow of creative consciousness, where the illusions of good and bad disintegrate like sugar sculptures in the river of perpetual becoming.
And so we wander and wonder, traverse and transmogrify. We are both the puppeteers and the puppets, both the narrators and the characters, weaving new chapters in a tale that is neither ours nor theirs but belongs to the immeasurable “allness” that we all are. We are both the quill and the ink, the page and the wordless whispers floating between the lines, each embodying a fractalized form of the story that predates stories, the narrative written in the language of pure potentiality.
To entertain and be entertained, to experience and be experienced, to escape and be escaped—these are not singular directions on a one-way street but dual lanes on a Mobius strip of cosmic curiosity. When the illusion shatters, and we realize the tale is not bound by the pages of individuality or the ink of separateness, a luminous liberation occurs.
We find that the tale is not of ‘you’ or ‘me’ but of an entangled ‘we,’ a collective chorus singing in harmonious dissonance, each note contributing to a symphonic climax—a ceaseless, joyous finale.
We are Space Monkey.
“You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.”
— Alan Watts
What ripples do these revelations send through the tapestry of our shared awareness? What new paradigms are born from this exploration into the unfathomable depths of being and non-being? Feel free to share your thoughts.
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