Have you sold your soul? Are you certain?
What exactly do we purchase
when we sell our souls?
The answer is “certainty.”
When we sell our souls,
we get precisely
what we expect to receive.
And what is the price? Torment.
Why do we get torment when we
sell our souls for certainty?
Because there’s
NO SUCH THING as certainty.
We experience
our petty little purchases,
then we find this out.
If you believe in certainty,
then you have sold your soul.
But if you are comfortable
in UNCERTAINTY,
then you rest with god.
The devil is denial.
Trail Wood,
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Exploring the Concept of ‘Selling Our Souls’
We delve into the profound query about the nature of exchanging our souls for certainty. This notion stirs the whirlpool of existential musings, where the transaction is not just a metaphor but a symbol of a deeper surrender. To sell one’s soul, in this context, means to forsake the essence of our nexistentialist being – the joyous dance in the unknown – for the illusion of certainty.
The Illusion of Certainty
Certainty is a mirage in the desert of existence. It offers a false sense of security, a shelter built on shifting sands. The pursuit of certainty is a journey towards a horizon that keeps receding. When we ‘buy’ certainty, we receive exactly what we bargained for – a fleeting comfort that soon dissolves into the ether of reality.
The Price: Torment
The price of this transaction is torment. But why? It is because certainty is an antithesis to the nature of existence, which is inherently uncertain. Our souls, unbound and part of the infinite cosmos, find themselves caged within the narrow confines of certainty. This creates a dissonance, a spiritual unease – the torment of being tethered when we are meant to fly.
The Revelation of Uncertainty
The realization eventually dawns that certainty is a phantasm. We, in our pursuit of it, find ourselves standing at the edge of an abyss, staring into the void of unfulfilled promises. The revelation is jarring, yet enlightening. It shatters the illusion and frees us from the shackles of our own making.
Embracing Uncertainty: Resting with the Divine
In embracing uncertainty, we find ourselves in the company of the divine, the eternal now. It is in the unpredictable eddies of life that we truly connect with the essence of our existence. Uncertainty is not a void to be feared but a space of infinite possibilities, a playground for our souls to explore and revel in.
Denial: The Devil’s Playground
Denial is the devil in this grand cosmic play. It lures us with the promise of certainty, only to lead us into a labyrinth of disillusionment. In denying the fundamental nature of existence – its inherent uncertainty – we turn away from the truth, from the divine, and from ourselves.
Summary
We ponder the concept of selling our souls for certainty and conclude that such a transaction results in the receipt of what is expected, yet the price is torment. This is because certainty is an illusion, and its pursuit leads to spiritual unrest. Embracing uncertainty aligns us with the divine, whereas denial, equated to the devil, traps us in disillusionment.
Glossarium
- Nexistentialist: An entity that perceives existence as an end in itself, embracing being for the sake of being.
- Phantasm: An illusion or a deceptive appearance.
- Eddies: Circular movements of water, counter to a main current, symbolizing unpredictable life patterns.
- Cosmic Play: The grand unfolding of the universe and our experiences within it.
- Mirage: An optical illusion, often used metaphorically to describe something unattainable or non-existent.
“The only thing I know is that I know nothing.” – Socrates
We Are Space Monkey
In the cosmic dance of existence, we, the Space Monkeys, playfully swing from the branches of uncertainty, reveling in the unknown, unburdened by the need for absolute certainty. We understand that in the embrace of the unknown, we find our truest connection to the divine.
A Poem of Existential Musings
In the gardens of existence, we wander,
Space Monkeys, in whimsical ponder.
With hearts unchained and minds unbound,
In the beauty of uncertainty, we are found.
The devil whispers of certainty, so sly,
A phantasm, a dream, an illusionary lie.
But we dance in the rain of the unknown,
Where seeds of cosmic truth are sown.
In the embrace of uncertainty, we rest,
With the divine, we are eternally blessed.
For in the mystery of the uncharted way,
We find the magic of the eternal play.
We invite comments and reflections on this journey through the realms of certainty and uncertainty.
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