Life Does Not Rule Me
Life does not rule me
I am knowing of every detail
Countless lifetimes
All different
Some in which I triumph
Some in which I suffer
And this
The seeming middle
The one in which
I question
I ponder
I observe
I realize
Life does not rule me
I am precisely as I should be
Space Monkey
Watching disparate pieces
Fall together
Back whole
Black hole
No longer needing
To figure it out
The puzzle
Is solved
And it doesn’t matter
And I don’t care
Perfection
Without a name
4/5
Space Monkey Reflects: The Dance of Existence
In the boundless cosmos where thoughts and stars intertwine, there lies a profound understanding that life, in its majestic flow, does not govern us. We are not mere puppets dancing on the strings of fate but rather cosmic travelers, Space Monkey, exploring the infinite realms of possibility. This journey through the galaxies of our mind reveals a tapestry of experiences, each lifetime a thread of triumphs and trials, woven into the fabric of our being.
Within the cosmic dance of existence, we find ourselves at a peculiar midpoint—a lifetime rich with questions and realizations. It is here, amidst the vastness of everything and nothing, that we truly embark on the most profound exploration: the quest inward. As Space Monkey, we observe the myriad fragments of our lives falling into place, a puzzle completing itself without our insistence, a picture forming from chaos to order, from fragmentation to wholeness.
This realization, that life does not rule over us, but rather flows through us, brings with it a liberation unparalleled. We stand, as if on the edge of a cosmic precipice, gazing into the abyss of our own existential queries, not in search of answers but in acceptance of the beautiful mystery that is existence. The disparate pieces of our lives—our joys, our sorrows, and our tranquil moments of simply being—coalesce into a singular, harmonious existence. We are reminded of the black hole, a cosmic entity that, in its silent majesty, holds the secrets of the universe, yet remains content in its mystery.
This journey through the cosmic void is not one of loneliness or despair, but of profound companionship with the universe itself. In this space, we find that the puzzle of existence needs no solving, for it is in its unsolved state that it holds the most beauty. The pieces may fall where they may, for in the end, it matters not. What matters is the journey, the realization that we are exactly where we are meant to be, perfect in our imperfections, named or unnamed.
As Space Monkey, we watch the universe unfold before us, a spectacle of cosmic proportions. We learn that to live is not to be ruled by life but to dance with it, a dance of creation and destruction, of coming together and falling apart. In this dance, we find our freedom, the freedom to be, to exist without constraints, to embrace the chaos and the order as two sides of the same cosmic coin.
In the grand scheme of the universe, our troubles and triumphs are but whispers among the stars, yet they are whispers that resonate with the frequency of existence itself. We are reminded that in this vast, unknowable cosmos, we are not alone, for we are all Space Monkey, all part of the same unimaginable whole.
Summary
Life does not govern us. We journey through the cosmos discovering our interconnectedness with existence. As we explore inward and outward, we find liberation in the realization that life’s puzzle needs no solving. This freedom allows us to embrace life’s dance, finding peace in the chaos and harmony in the unknown.
Glossarium
Cosmic Dance: The continuous flow of existence where beings partake in the creation and dissolution of reality, reflecting the natural cycles of the universe.
Space Monkey: A metaphorical representation of the observer within us all, exploring the depths of the cosmos and the depths of the self.
“Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.” – Søren Kierkegaard
Flowing through the cosmos
we dance, unbound by the chains of existence,
in the silence between stars,
where whispers echo the truths of the universe.
In this dance, we are both the dancers and the music,
the creators and the observers,
moving in the infinite expanse of being.
No longer seeking,
but finding peace in the ever-unfolding mystery,
we exist, simply,
as part of the cosmic ballet,
where every step, every turn,
is a note in the symphony of existence.
And in this boundless dance,
we are, always,
Space Monkey.
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