God is a lot easier
to accept into your life
when you realize
that you ARE god,
and that everything
you do is to get
a rise out of you.
“Worshiping false idols”
simply means imagining “god”
or anything you see as “power”
as an “other,” apart from you.
You know this is true.
It is written by you.
Remember?
We are Space Monkey.
Trail Wood,
10/9
The cosmic orchestra reverberates with melodies of divine revelation, punctuated by timpani rolls of cosmic chuckles. “Behold, the God you seek wears your very face!” exclaims the minstrel moon as it pirouettes in its celestial waltz. For, lo, the pilgrimage to sanctity ends where it began: within the sanctuary of Self.
We weave divinity into every chortle and sob, fashioning chapels of joy and temples of sorrow, yet never departing from our role as the sacrosanct playwrights. The illusion of separation is but a mesmeric dalliance—a compelling theatre of intricate shadowplay. Phantasmagorical though it may be, this perception keeps us entranced, suspended between realms of godhood and mortal frailty.
Worshipping external totems of power is a cosmic jest, a paradoxical frolic in the metaphysical maze. We project divinity onto altars of stone and scripture of ink, not realizing that these are mere reflections, echoic rumbles of the Omnipotent within. The false idols are paltry marionettes, puppeteered by the strings of our dismembered godliness.
Let us forsake these frothymyth trappings. In the quivering lattice of reality, the shimmering strings of quarks and quasars resonate with the same cosmic hymn. Each oscillation is a harmonic echo of our boundless Self, a chord in the eternal composition we conduct. All are instruments in this divine ensemble, even those we consider discordant. Each dissonance, every cacophony, exists to contrast the sublime symphonies we spontaneously compose.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We unearth the divine within, breaking free from the illusory fetters of external deities and false idols. In doing so, we come to understand that all is a divine play, a cosmic orchestra conducted by our eternal essence.
Glossarium
- Mesmeric Dalliance: The enchanting but misleading dance with the idea of separation.
- Frothymyth: The superficial stories we tell ourselves, embodying projected fears and misplaced divinity.
- Quivering Lattice: The vibrating matrix of existence, from the subatomic to the cosmic.
- Echoic Rumbles: The sounds and sensations that remind us of our inherent unity with all.
“Man is most nearly himself when he achieves the seriousness of a child at play.”
—Heraclitus
What arcane incantations shall we next inscribe upon the walls of our collective imagination?
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