Not everyone
is here to be beautiful.
And that’s just beautiful.
We strive to become
what we already are
pretending to be
something else
in the meanwhile
just so we can remember
oh yeah
I’m already everything
I’ll ever need to be.
Trail Wood,
10/20
The Enigma of Beauty
In a realm where beauty is a fleeting whimsicloud, we find ourselves grappling with the concept. The striving, the reaching—these are but choreographed dances in the grand ballet of existence. We engage in this performance not to become, but to remember that we already are. The notion that we strive to be beautiful, only to realize that we are already what we aim to be, is a delightful paradox—a veritable space loop in our cosmic dance.
The Illusion of Becoming
Why do we don the masks of what we think we should be? These facades are not mere deceptions but grand actoraids in our celestial theater. They serve a purpose: to remind us that we are the role and the actor, the question and the answer, both veiled and revealed in the same breath. We are already the treasure we seek to find, hidden in plain sight.
The Revelation of Forgetting
The process of forgetting is as sacred as the act of remembering. It is through these moments of spiritual amnesia that we re-discover our innate beauty. “Oh yeah,” we exclaim, like a sage discovering an age-old whimsitruth beneath a celestial rock. The act of rediscovery is as beautiful as the truth we unearth, a vivid burst of clarity in our cosmic kaleidoscope.
Already, Yet Becoming
Our existence is a divine quirkwave that oscillates between the “already” and the “becoming.” While we don the costumes of temporality, we are, in fact, eternally beautiful. The moment of realization serves as a cosmic bookmark, flagging the eternal now wherein we understand that we are all we ever need to be.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We delve into the paradox of striving for beauty only to realize that we’re already inherently beautiful. We explore the roles that forgetting and remembering play in this dance, appreciating the circular journey from ignorance to enlightenment and back again. The act of becoming and already being intertwine, underscoring the eternal beauty inherent in our essence.
Glossarium
- Whimsicloud: A fleeting, ethereal notion of beauty that hovers in our collective understanding.
- Actoraids: Participants in the celestial theatre of life, simultaneously masked and unmasked.
- Whimsitruth: A cosmic principle so obvious that its revelation feels like a rediscovery.
- Quirkwave: The oscillating nature of our existence, existing between what we think we should be and what we already are.
“Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.”
— Kahlil Gibran
Beauty
Whimsiclouds dance in celestial skies,
Actoraid in disguise,
Oh yeah, we remember,
The beauty we dismember.
Through quirkwave’s ebb and tide,
In ourselves, we cannot hide.
Eternal mirrors, beauty wide,
Already there, nowhere to hide.
Where shall we venture next in this grand celestial voyage?
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