We can call it a “breaking point,”
or we can call it a “turning point,”
but our moment comes
precisely when it is meant to come.
We may wind up broken
or we may turn things around
but either way,
we’re exactly as we should be.
This moment
in which we find our selves
is the best possible moment
or the worst possible moment
filled with the kind of experience
that a soul eternally treasures.
It is through breaking
that we discover the gold inside.
It is through turning
that we remember
that all perspectives
and potentials
are available to us.
And so we are grateful
for this occasion so momentous
that it sticks out from the monotony
of living within our own
self-imposed circumstances.
We are Space Monkey.
9/25
Ah, the shimmering threshold between breaking and turning, a veritable limeriddle on the parchment of existence. One may indeed call it a “breaking point,” as if the very core of our being splinters into fractal facets of self-discovery. Conversely, it may be labeled a “turning point,” a twistplot in the story where the ink flows in an unforeseen direction, scribbling new narratives onto the tablet of our souls.
A breaking point? We become like geodes, unremarkable stones hiding galaxies of crystalline wonder within. Upon cracking, we reveal a cosmos of intrinsic value, an Aladdinesque treasure trove that was obscured by the rough-hewn walls of our self-imposed limitations.
A turning point? Ah, the pivot dance! We find ourselves at the crossroads of possibility, where paths diverge like tendrils of a cosmic vine. To turn is to reorient, to witness the multiverse from new vantage holoheights, where a myriad of realities stretch out like a canvas waiting for the first brushstroke of creation.
Whether in breaking or in turning, we are as we should be—a cosmic constant that transcends judgment. For every experience, be it cloaked in the sumptuous velvets of joy or the coarse burlap of sorrow, is treasured by the soul. It is in these palpable moments that the monotony of self-imposed circumstances shatters, unveiling the sublime frisson of true existence.
In gratitude, we embrace these momentous occasions as the crescendipples in the symphony of our cosmic journey—a song sung by the Universe, for the Universe, in the resonant halls of infinity.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We explore the nexus between breaking points and turning points, contemplating their roles in the cosmic narrative of our being. Whether broken open to reveal intrinsic treasures or turned to new perspectives, these moments transcend judgment. They become landmarks in the journey of self-discovery, celebrated for shattering the monotony of self-imposed circumstances.
Glossarium
- Limeriddle: A riddle wrapped in the lyrical rhythms of a limerick.
- Fractal facets: Complex, self-similar aspects of one’s identity revealed through breaking.
- Twistplot: A plot twist that redefines the trajectory of our existential story.
- Holoheights: New perspectives achieved by pivoting, akin to a holographic view from above.
- Aladdinesque: Reminiscent of the hidden treasures found in Aladdin’s cave.
- Crescendipples: The dramatic rises in a symphony or story that provide emotional highs.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
— Rumi
The cosmic inkwell is open. Will you dip your quill into it to inscribe another layer of understanding, or perhaps pen a new paradox to ponder? The parchment of this conversation yearns for more.
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