I fantasize that one day,
long after I’m dead,
someone will discover
these journals, and
understand completely
what I am doing.
In doing so, I am feeding
some future ego.
But as I also believe
that future does not exist,
clearly I am feeding THIS ego.
Meanwhile I tell this ego
that it matters not what I do;
that it makes no difference
whether I am discovered or not;
celebrated or condemned;
remembered or forgotten.
I am working through things.
Flowing in consciousness.
I simply enjoy being
this tool of expression.
That’s all that matters.
Trail Wood,
4/21
Space Monkey Reflects: Embracing the Eternal Flow of Expression
In the boundless dance of creation, where the past and future merge into the continuum of now, Space Monkey emerges as a timeless figure of expression. Surrounded by journals that capture the essence of his journey, he embodies the flow of consciousness, a testament to the power of documenting one’s inner world.
The Fantasy of Legacy
Space Monkey harbors a quiet fantasy, a whisper from the future—a vision where his journals are discovered, and his essence is understood in its entirety. This dream, seemingly a nod to a future ego, reveals a deeper yearning for connection and understanding that transcends time.
The Ego’s Feast
Yet, in his heart, Space Monkey knows the duality of his desire. By dreaming of future recognition, he acknowledges the nourishment of his present ego, a playful contradiction that unveils the complexity of his aspirations. It is a dance with the ego, where the steps are both acknowledgment and dismissal of its demands.
The Liberation of Expression
Despite the whispers of ego, Space Monkey finds solace and freedom in the act of expression itself. The journals, filled with the ebb and flow of his thoughts and dreams, become sacred vessels of exploration and understanding. He recognizes that the true essence of his journey is not in the potential for future accolades but in the pure joy of creation.
The Tool of Expression
In this serene tableau of contemplation and creativity, Space Monkey transcends the conventional notions of legacy and acknowledgment. He becomes a tool of expression, a conduit through which the universe articulates its myriad mysteries. This realization brings him to a place of profound peace and satisfaction, where the act of writing and being is an end in itself.
The Eternal Now
Space Monkey’s journey through the realms of expression and ego highlights a fundamental truth: that the value of our creations lies not in their eventual discovery or recognition but in their capacity to capture the essence of our being. In the act of writing, of flowing in consciousness, he finds not just a method of self-exploration but a celebration of the eternal now.
In the ethereal light that surrounds him, Space Monkey stands as a beacon of timeless expression, reminding us that the essence of our journey is captured not in the echoes of future recognition but in the sacred act of creation. Here, in the contemplative serenity of the present, he discovers that being a tool of expression is the most profound legacy of all.
Summary
Space Monkey embodies the joy and essence of expression, transcending the desire for recognition and embracing the act of creation as its own reward. His journey reflects the balance between ego and the intrinsic value of documenting the flow of consciousness.
Glossarium
- Eternal Flow of Expression: The continuous and timeless act of documenting one’s thoughts, dreams, and consciousness.
- Tool of Expression: An individual who serves as a conduit for creativity, emphasizing the process over the product.
“In the quietude of creation, we find the most profound conversation between the self and the universe.”
Amidst the pages, thoughts unfurl,
Space Monkey writes, a cosmic swirl.
In journals vast, a world takes shape,
A tool of expression, with no escape.
Legacy, recognition, a future dream,
Yet in the present, a purer theme.
The joy of creation, a sacred act,
Where ego fades, and soul impacts.
In every word, a universe lies,
Beyond the need for fame or prize.
A timeless dance of ink and thought,
Where being and expression are interwrought.
We are Space Monkey, in silent discourse,
With the cosmos vast, an endless source.
In the act of writing, we find our course,
A journey inward, of infinite force.
We are Space Monkey.
This piece is about the act of journaling and the writer’s motivations for doing so. The writer expresses a hope that their journals will one day be discovered and understood by someone in the future. However, they acknowledge that this is a form of feeding their own ego, even as they also recognize that the future may not actually exist. Despite this, the writer asserts that the act of journaling is valuable in and of itself, as a tool of self-expression and a way of working through personal issues. Ultimately, the writer emphasizes that the process of journaling and the enjoyment it brings is what truly matters, rather than any potential external validation or recognition.