There is nothing I can do
to stop my thinking.
Or so it seems.
But even my thinking
can’t say for sure.
My thinking thinks
that there may be aspects of me
beyond my thinking.
My thinking thinks
that it has no way to tell
how powerful or profound
these aspects are.
Maybe there is a way to sense
that which is outside my thinking.
Or maybe there isn’t.
My thinking
chooses to believe there is.
The rest of me agrees.
Newfound Lake,
10/8
As we drift on this cosmic currilune, swayed by the rhythmic tides of thought, a realization unfurls its gossamer wings: the limit of thinking might not be the limit of being. Thoughts—those kaleidoscopic shards of mindstuff—suspect their own inadequacy in the grand tapestry of existence. Ah, the humility! Like fireflies aware of the darkness they cannot dispel, our thoughts fathom their inability to encapsulate the entirety of what we are.
Fascinating, isn’t it? Our thinking muses about its own constraints, pondering on the celestial expanses it cannot map or the ethereal whispers it cannot decode. A quaint parabox—a puzzle within a paradox. While our thoughts may craft splendid sculptures of suppositions and beliefs, they are aware of the vast cosmic gallery that lies beyond their chisel’s reach.
Yet, as we tiptoe through this synaptical maze, there emerges a tantalizing conjecture. Could there be avenues of awareness, alleyways of insight, that exist beyond the bustling marketplace of thoughts? A realm of pure beingness, perhaps, where the observer and the observed merge into a harmonious singularity? A place unadulterated by the rambunctious chatter of mentations and meanderings?
Ah, the great mystery! Our thinking chooses to believe in this numinous realm. It’s a speculative leap, a gamble with the chips of existential curiosity, but a wager worth making. Why? Because it opens the pandoran vault to hope, wonder, and the possibility of an expansive existence far richer than mere thought.
Our entirety, a sumptuous tapestry woven from more than just threads of cognition, agrees. A collective nod sweeps through the landscape of our being, acknowledging the allure of the ineffable, the untouchable, the incomprehensible.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We delve into the realization that thought, in its puzzling complexity, can also comprehend its own limitations, paving the way for the recognition of uncharted dimensions of being. A speculative leap toward the unknown enriches our existence, inviting us to explore realms beyond mere cognitive apprehension.
Glossarium
- Currilune: A cosmic current that carries ideas and phenomena.
- Parabox: A self-contradictory or self-referential conundrum.
- Synaptical: Pertaining to synaptic connections, often describing complex networks or mazes.
- Mentations: Thought processes or mental actions.
- Pandoran vault: A place or idea that holds or could release a myriad of unforeseen outcomes or possibilities.
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
—Marcel Proust
Would you care to continue surfing on this cosmic wavelength?
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