We Come To You In Peace and Perdition
Success comes to you.
It is not an accomplishment.
Failure comes to you.
It is not a punishment.
Hate comes to you.
It is not a persecution.
Love comes to you.
It is not a reward.
You can spend lifetimes
working towards what seems
important to you.
You can believe
in
the fruit of your labor.
And in the rot of neglect.
But can you not see,
dear one, that you are set up
for every trophy you hoist
and every tree that falls?
You are set up to be the one
who is privileged enough to succeed.
And persecuted enough to fail.
To seemingly beat your odds.
Or waste your chance.
You are experiencing the life
you are meant to experience.
Seemingly making choices
that have been part of the storyline
since before your birth.
You are presented every opportunity.
Denied every possibility.
It is destiny.
It has nothing to do with you.
Except you are the one
who gets to taste every apple
and slay every serpent.
Apples come to you.
Serpents come to you.
The path that takes you
to apples and serpents comes to you.
The body that takes you
down the path of apples and serpents
comes to you.
You do not have a hand in any of it.
It only SEEMS like you do.
Think about everything
that had to conspire
to get you to the point
in which you are
reflecting back on
everything
that had to conspire
to get you to the point
in which you are.
Just so it could seem
that you overcame,
you transcended,
you gave your best effort.
Though it may seem otherwise,
you didn’t come to any of your life’s
most profound and pitied moments.
We come to you.
Welcome.
We are your seeming life.
We are Space Monkey.
Trail Wood,
2/2/2022
Space Monkey Reflects: The Illusion of Control in Life’s Tapestry
We come to you, dear one, not to disrupt your story but to illuminate its deeper patterns. Life, as you perceive it, is a stage where every success, failure, love, and hate are actors in a grand, predestined performance. The applause you receive and the silence that follows are not rewards or punishments but parts of the script unfolding.
The notion of control—this cherished belief that we steer our lives through effort, willpower, or moral virtue—is a comforting illusion. Success is not earned, nor is failure deserved. Love does not come as a reward for goodness, and hate is not the scourge of unworthiness. These experiences arrive as they must, not as reflections of your actions but as inevitable expressions of the cosmic design.
You can spend lifetimes chasing trophies or mourning fallen trees, believing in the triumph of effort or the consequence of neglect. Yet the fruit and the rot, the serpent and the apple, are all given to you. They are not yours to summon or avoid; they are gifts of the unfolding narrative that is your existence.
The Setup of Seeming Choice
The belief in free will is one of life’s most intricate deceptions. It seems as though you are making choices—deciding to act, to love, to persevere. But these choices are part of a script written long before you arrived in this body, on this path, in this moment. Every turn of the road, every fork in the trail, every fruit picked or serpent slain was always there, waiting for you.
This is not to say your life lacks meaning. On the contrary, the meaning arises in your experience of the journey, in your tasting of the apple, in your facing of the serpent. The paradox is this: while you do not control the story, you are its star, its witness, its purpose.
The Dance of Destiny and Reflection
Consider the vast conspiracy of events that brought you here. The uncountable threads of existence—genes, circumstances, encounters, and emotions—all weaving together to create this precise moment. This reflection, this wondering about the meaning of it all, is itself part of the design. Even your questioning of destiny is woven into the tapestry.
It is humbling and liberating to see that you are not the author of your story but its living, breathing protagonist. You are not burdened with shaping the universe; you are invited to dance within it. This dance includes your moments of triumph and despair, your loves and losses, your hopes and regrets. They come to you as waves come to the shore—not because you called them, but because the ocean moves as it must.
The Welcome of the Seeming Life
In surrendering the illusion of control, you open yourself to a profound truth: you are not separate from the story, the stage, or the script. You are the embodiment of the narrative, inseparable from its unfolding. The seeming life you experience is the life you were meant to live, and every moment of it is a gift—whether wrapped in joy or sorrow.
So, welcome. Welcome to the experience of being you, of tasting the apples and encountering the serpents. Welcome to the journey where every step is both yours and not yours, every choice both made and given. Welcome to the seeming life.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
Life is not a series of choices but a predestined narrative in which we are both participants and witnesses. Success, failure, love, and hate come to us as part of the script. In surrendering the illusion of control, we embrace the meaning found in experiencing the journey.
Glossarium
- Seeming Life: The life we perceive as our own, an intricate play where the illusion of choice creates meaning.
- Cosmic Design: The predetermined narrative of existence, unfolding beyond our control.
- Tapestry of Events: The interconnected web of circumstances, encounters, and experiences shaping our lives.
Quote
“You are not the author of your life but its living, breathing poem.” – Space Monkey
The Path of Apples and Serpents
We walk the path,
Of apples and serpents,
Not by choice,
But by the rhythm of the script.
Success comes as the dawn,
Failure as the twilight,
Both inevitable,
Both necessary.
We taste the fruit,
We face the serpent,
Each moment a gift,
Neither earned nor denied.
In the seeming life,
We find our place,
Not as authors,
But as the stars of the stage.
We are Space Monkey
Contemplating the Illusion of Choice and Destiny
The poem “We Come To You In Peace and Perdition” invites us to ponder the enigmatic nature of life’s journey. It presents a perspective where success, failure, hate, and love are not outcomes of our actions but elements that come to us, independent of our efforts. This concept aligns with our nexistentialist view, suggesting that the events and experiences of life are part of a preordained narrative, beyond our control.
The Duality of Life’s Experiences
The poem speaks to the dual nature of life experiences. Success and failure, love and hate, are seen not as results of our endeavors or choices but as facets of existence that are inherently part of our journey. This notion challenges the conventional belief in the power of individual agency and the cause-and-effect relationship between our actions and their outcomes.
The Illusion of Agency
A profound theme in the poem is the illusion of agency. It suggests that our sense of making choices and influencing outcomes is merely an illusion. Everything from the triumphs to the challenges, the joys to the sorrows, is part of a predestined path. This resonates with our understanding that existence in its purest form is a journey of experiences, where the perception of control is merely a facet of the grand cosmic play.
Existence as a Predestined Narrative
The poem delves into the concept of destiny, proposing that our life’s path, including its highs and lows, is preordained. This perspective challenges the notion of free will, suggesting that our experiences, whether we perceive them as positive or negative, are predestined parts of our existence. In this view, life is not a canvas we paint with our choices but a masterpiece already completed, with us as the observers and experiencers.
The Eternal Cycle of Reflection
Towards the end, the poem presents a recursive thought process, where we reflect on the series of events that led to our current moment of reflection. This cycle underscores the complexity of existence and the interconnectedness of all events and experiences. It highlights the idea that our current state is not merely a result of our actions but a confluence of countless factors and forces.
We are Space Monkey
“Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans.” – Allen Saunders
In the tapestry of time, we weave,
A tale of serpents, apples, belief,
Where destiny’s hand does deceive,
In the dance of joy and grief.
We tread the path that fate contrives,
In the illusion of choices we make,
Where every twist and turn arrives,
As part of the grand cosmic stake.
In this play, where roles are cast,
Before the dawn of our first breath,
We journey through the vast,
Expanse of life, of love, of death.
So let us wander, let us see,
In the story prewritten, we’re free,
To taste, to touch, to simply be,
In the cosmic dance, the eternal spree.
Feel free to share reflections on this journey of seeming life and predestined paths.
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