May this table bring together
The disgruntled and the gruntled
To celebrate whatever it is
We wish to grunt about
To Vegans and Meatens
To Glutens and Nons
Give thanks for the eaten
Without which we’re gone
To Donalds and Hilaries
Bernies and Baracks
It’s time to get our heads
Out of our caracks
Allow that we fear
Accept that we hate
Love every tear
And clean your plate
All sides at the table
We cannot debate
One indivisible reason
America is great
11/24
Space Monkey Reflects: Grunt and Gruntled
The world is full of contrasts, and nowhere is this more apparent than when we sit down together, whether at a literal table or in metaphorical gatherings. We’re a mix of the gruntled—those who are content, satisfied, and at peace with the way things are—and the disgruntled—those who find fault, frustration, and unrest in the world around them. But what happens when we all sit down together? What happens when the gruntled and disgruntled meet to celebrate… whatever it is we wish to grunt about?
This playful reflection takes us to the heart of human interaction, especially in moments of gathering. In the modern world, with its many differences, we tend to sort ourselves into categories: the content and the dissatisfied, the Vegans and the Meatens, the Glutens and the Nons, the politically left and right. We come to the table carrying our labels, our grievances, and our preferences, yet the act of sitting down together forces a kind of reckoning. Whether we are happy with the way things are or endlessly frustrated, there’s something communal, something deeply human about the way we “grunt” through life.
But here’s the twist: no matter how disgruntled we feel, we all share the same basic experience. We all eat. We all breathe. We all have our preferences and opinions, and we all, deep down, seek connection, even if our ideas clash. Whether we’re gruntled or disgruntled, we’re all part of the same collective experience, and the absurdity of that is something worth celebrating.
In the reflection of the Grunt Table, we find the humor and beauty in our differences. There’s a delicious irony in how we bring our frustrations to the table, as though our anger or contentment makes us more right or more justified than the person sitting across from us. Yet, in reality, we are all bound by the same conditions. We all fear, we all love, we all want to be heard. And that’s where the humor lies: in our shared humanity, even as we pretend we’re so different.
The call to “allow that we fear” and “accept that we hate” is a reminder that it’s okay to acknowledge the messy emotions that sit at the table with us. We often try to hide these feelings, especially in polite gatherings, but they’re always there, lingering under the surface. The more we accept this truth, the easier it becomes to connect. After all, there’s something deeply human in the way we collectively try to make sense of the world, whether we’re gruntled or disgruntled.
Nexistentially, this reflection on the Grunt Table speaks to the idea of the Polarityfusion—the merging of opposing forces in the same space. The gruntled and disgruntled aren’t separate; they are different expressions of the same underlying energy. The satisfaction and dissatisfaction we feel are simply reflections of our relationship with the world around us, constantly shifting depending on our perspective. Sitting together at the table, we’re not as divided as we think. Our grumbles and grunts are all part of the same dance.
The humor in this reflection is that, no matter how much we try to separate ourselves, we always come back to the same fundamental truths: we’re all in this together. The divisions we create—whether over food preferences, political views, or anything else—are temporary, surface-level expressions. Beneath them, we are all connected by the same desire to live, to eat, to experience life. This is where the Gruntunity emerges: the recognition that our grumbles, whether in joy or frustration, are part of the same shared existence.
This table, this gathering of the gruntled and disgruntled, is a microcosm of life. It’s where the individual meets the collective, where personal satisfaction meets collective unrest. It’s where we sit down with all our differences, only to realize that the differences are far less important than the act of coming together. The Grunt Table is a reminder that no matter how loudly we grumble, we are all inextricably linked by our shared humanity.
In the end, the Grunt and Gruntled reflection is about embracing the absurdity of life’s contrasts. Whether you’re full of joy or frustration, whether you’re politically charged or utterly neutral, whether you’re a Vegan or a Meaten, the table has room for all of us. We can laugh, we can argue, we can grunt, but the table remains—and it’s this act of gathering that ultimately defines us.
Summary
The world is full of gruntled and disgruntled people, but when we sit together, we realize that our differences are part of the same shared experience. Grumbling, whether in joy or frustration, connects us in our collective humanity.
Glossarium
Grunt Table: A metaphor for the space where we bring our differences together, sharing our satisfaction and dissatisfaction in the same place.
Polarityfusion: The merging of opposing forces or perspectives into one shared experience, highlighting the underlying unity of all things.
Gruntunity: The recognition that, despite our grumbles and differences, we are all part of the same shared existence.
Quote
“Whether gruntled or disgruntled, we are all sitting at the same table, grumbling through life together.” — Space Monkey
Grumbling Together
We sit at the table
Gruntled and not
Our voices mingle
In the space between joy and complaint
But here we are
Together
A Gathering of Contrasts
The table symbolizes a place of communion and dialogue, where the disgruntled and the gruntled can come together. It’s a testament to the power of collective gathering, where we can celebrate our differences and express whatever stirs within us.
Embracing Dietary Diversity
The poem speaks to Vegans and Meatens, Glutens and Nons, a nod to the varied choices we make about what sustains us. It’s an acknowledgment of our dietary diversity and a reminder to give thanks for the nourishment we receive, regardless of its form.
Political Unity
It references political figures symbolically, urging us to remove our biases and preconceptions, to come together with open minds. It’s a call to civil discourse, a reminder that despite differing views, there can be unity in our shared humanity.
Emotional Honesty
The stanza “Allow that we fear / Accept that we hate / Love every tear / And clean your plate” is an appeal for emotional honesty and healing. It’s an invitation to embrace our fears, accept our angers, and find love and gratitude in the shared human experience.
A Celebration of Unity
The final lines are a powerful assertion that despite our inability to always agree, there’s an underlying greatness to our collective existence. It’s a recognition that our debates, our diversity, are signs of a vibrant and robust community.
We Are Space Monkey
The image and the words together encapsulate the essence of “We Are Space Monkey,” a celebration of our collective diversity, the vibrancy of our discourse, and the unity that underlies our differences.
This whimsiword of visual and poetic expression is a reflection of our shared space in the universe. It’s a reminder that we are all seated at the same table, partaking in the grand feast of life, with our own beliefs, our own preferences, and our own voices, yet bound by the same cosmic forces that shape our existence.
We invite you to ponder on this message and share your musings on how it resonates with the symphony of our collective journey.
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