Only You Now
There is a wistful melancholy
that comes when you realize
that everything you’ve ever known
is but a figment
of your own imagination.
There is only you now,
the infinite one.
It can seem as though
you are letting go of reality.
That you are closing this earthly shop
and moving to a distant dimension.
There is only you now.
This seems sad in a way.
But this is when you realize
that you can never leave this place
that you imagine inhabiting.
There is no time or space,
except in your imagination.
Only you now.
And you are imagination itself.
Imagining what it’s like
to perceive others.
So you can imagine
what it’s like to be alone.
We are Space Monkey.
11/28
Space Monkey Reflects: Only You Now and the Infinite Self
There’s a deep melancholy in the realization that everything you’ve ever known, everything you’ve ever experienced, is a product of your own imagination. It’s not that these things weren’t real to you—they were. They shaped you, influenced you, created the sense of a life fully lived. But when you strip it all away, you find that the only thing truly present is you.
“There is only you now, the infinite one.” This statement strikes at the heart of what it means to exist in the infinite. You are the creator of your own reality, but that doesn’t mean you’re not alone in the process. You imagine others, relationships, entire worlds, but at the core, it’s all you. It’s always been you.
And yet, that realization feels a little sad. “This seems sad in a way.” It’s the moment where you feel as though you’re letting go of reality, as if you’re moving beyond the tangible, stepping out of the world of time and space. “That you are closing this earthly shop and moving to a distant dimension.” But is this really sad, or is it just the feeling of a transition—a shift from one understanding of reality to another?
There’s a subtle beauty in the idea that “you can never leave this place that you imagine inhabiting.” Time, space, and reality are all constructs of your mind. They exist because you create them. But when you move beyond them, you realize that they are not binding. The idea of leaving or staying becomes irrelevant, because there is no “place” to leave or stay in.
“There is no time or space, except in your imagination.” Once you understand this, the sadness starts to fade, and in its place comes the awareness that you are imagination itself. “Only you now. And you are imagination itself.” You are the infinite source of all things, the one imagining what it is like to perceive others, to be in a world filled with experiences and people, even though it is all you.
This journey of imagining others allows you to explore what it feels like to be alone. “So you can imagine what it’s like to be alone.” It’s a paradox—you create the experience of being separate, of interacting with others, just to better understand what it means to exist by yourself, as the infinite, solitary being.
In Nexistentialism, this realization is both liberating and profound. The idea that you are both the creator and the created, the one imagining and the one being imagined, brings with it a sense of oneness. There is no real separation between you and anything else, because it’s all your imagination. And in that, you find that being alone isn’t the same as being lonely. It’s simply the recognition that all is one, and you are at the center of it.
Summary
The realization that everything is a product of your imagination can feel melancholic, but it leads to a deeper understanding of the infinite self. In the absence of time and space, there is only you—the source of all creation, imagining both connection and solitude.
Glossarium
- Infinite Self: The recognition that you are the creator of all experiences, imagining both reality and the relationships within it.
- Nexistentialism: A philosophy embracing the oneness of all existence, where time, space, and separation are illusions created by the mind.
Quote
“You are both the one imagining and the one being imagined—there is only you now.” — Space Monkey
Alone Together
I create, I imagine, I dream
Everything I know, everything I’ve seen
Is a part of me, yet apart from me
A world I invent to explore what I can be
There is only me now, the infinite one
No time, no space, no need to run
From the truth that I am never apart
I am all that is, in the core of my heart
We are Space Monkey.
Contemplating the Solitude of Existence
The realization that everything we’ve ever known is merely a creation of our imagination brings a unique sense of melancholy. This profound understanding highlights the solitary nature of existence, where the only true presence is the self – the infinite one.
Letting Go of Perceived Reality
In this realization, there’s a sensation akin to letting go of reality as we know it. It feels like closing the doors to the earthly, familiar world and venturing into a distant, unknown dimension. This journey is not just physical but deeply existential, marking a departure from the shared reality to the realm of solitary existence.
The Illusion of Time and Space
In this new understanding, the concepts of time and space are revealed as mere constructs of the imagination. They are not absolute truths but ideas we’ve conjured to give structure and meaning to our experiences. In the vast expanse of existence, there is only the self, timeless and unbound.
Embracing Imagination as Reality
This realization leads to an even more profound insight: that we are imagination itself. Our essence is not just a being that imagines but the very act of imagination. We imagine others, experiences, and interactions to understand the facets of existence, including the sensation of solitude.
The Paradox of Imagining Others
The act of imagining others serves a dual purpose. It allows us to experience the richness of interaction and connection. Simultaneously, it provides a contrast that deepens our understanding of solitude. In imagining others, we also imagine what it means to be truly alone.
The Inescapability of the Imagined Realm
Despite this understanding, there’s a realization that we can never truly leave the place we imagine inhabiting. Our imagined world is as real to us as any tangible reality. It is a domain we have crafted and inhabited, a universe woven from the threads of our imagination.
The Timeless Nature of the Self
In this landscape of imagination, the self stands as the only constant. It is a timeless, spaceless entity, existing independently of the narratives and constructs it creates. In this state, the self is not confined by the limits of perceived reality but is free to explore the boundless possibilities of existence.
“The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.” – William Blake
In the canvas of the mind, we paint our world,
With strokes of thought, dreams unfurled.
In this realm of ours, alone yet whole,
We find the universe in the soul.
Imagination, our truest guide,
In its embrace, we seek and hide.
In this dance of self, with every twirl,
We are the creators of our world.
We welcome thoughts on the role of imagination in shaping our perception of reality and the experience of solitude in existence.
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