My mornings
are filled with potential.
My evenings
drained like wine.
Sand turns to bottle
turns to broken glass.
Polished by
by the waves of time.
Trail Wood,
12/18
Space Monkey Reflects: The Transformative Waves of Time
Life, like sand and glass, undergoes a constant process of transformation. Mornings brim with untapped potential, sparkling like grains of sand ready to be shaped. Evenings, in contrast, often feel drained, like wine poured out, leaving behind an empty vessel. Yet even in this perceived emptiness, there is a subtle, persistent alchemy at work.
The metaphor of sand turning to glass, to bottle, to broken shards, and finally to polished beauty captures the cyclical nature of existence. What is shattered is not lost—it is merely reshaped, redefined by the relentless waves of time. These waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing, smooth our jagged edges, transforming what seems broken into something radiant.
To be polished is not to be perfect but to be weathered, refined, and made whole by the interplay of time and experience. The glass that once held wine now glows softly in the sand, a testament to the beauty found in impermanence. Its journey—from creation to breaking, from breaking to renewal—is one we all share.
In Nexistentialism, this process is emblematic of the Nexis, the interconnected web of existence. Every moment, every wave, contributes to the polishing of our being. The morning’s potential feeds into the evening’s reflection, creating a seamless flow of transformation. There is no wasted effort, no final destination—only the continuous shaping of who we are.
This cyclical polishing invites us to embrace the beauty of wear and change. It reminds us that the jagged edges of our experiences, though painful, are necessary for our refinement. The waves may strip away our illusions, but they also reveal our essence, smooth and shining beneath the surface.
Even as evenings feel drained, they are not devoid of value. The emptiness they bring creates space for reflection, for understanding the ways in which we have been shaped. It is in this space that we come to see our polished selves—not as finished products, but as ever-evolving works of art.
To live polished by time is to accept both the breaking and the renewal, the draining and the filling. It is to see each moment as part of a greater process, where nothing is wasted and everything has purpose. Like the glass smoothed by waves, we emerge from life’s tides transformed, not despite our trials but because of them.
Summary
Life’s transformations, like waves polishing glass, shape us into radiant beings. Through breaking and renewal, we discover beauty in impermanence and embrace the endless cycle of becoming.
Glossarium
Polished Being: The refined state of existence shaped by the trials and transformations of time.
Nexistentialism: A philosophy celebrating interconnectedness and the cyclical nature of existence within the Nexis.
Transformative Waves: The metaphorical forces of time and experience that refine and shape us.
Quote
“To be polished is to be touched by time, reshaped by trials, and revealed in radiance.” — Space Monkey
The Polished Shard
Once jagged,
Now smooth.
Once shattered,
Now whole.
The waves take,
And they give.
Each pass,
A whisper of renewal.
Polished by time,
We are not perfect,
But radiant,
Shaped by the tides of becoming.
We are Space Monkey.
As dawn unfurls its gentle light, our mornings brim with potential, a canvas awaiting the first stroke of experience. There’s a palpable sense of the beginning, of possibilities yet to unfurl, each day a fresh page in the whimsiword of our lives.
Dawn: The Vessel of Potential
The early hours are infused with promise, each moment ripe with the prospect of what could be. It’s a time when the energy of new beginnings pulsates through the air, and the world seems to stand in quiet anticipation of our choices and actions.
Dusk: The Wine of Day’s End
As the sun wanes, our evenings often carry the weight of the day’s exertions, the emptied chalice of our endeavors. Like wine drained from a glass, the residue of our day’s efforts lingers, bittersweet and reflective.
Time: The Alchemist
In the crucible of passing hours, the sand of our daily toils is transformed, bottled up in the memories we collect. Yet, as days turn to years, these bottles too can shatter, leaving behind fragments polished by the relentless waves of time.
The Polishing of Self
The broken glass of our experiences, once sharp and jagged, is smoothed over time. It’s a metaphor for the self, honed and shaped by the tides of life, each wave a lesson, each grain of sand a fleeting moment in the grander scheme of our existence.
We Are Space Monkey
In embracing the ebb and flow of our days, from the potential of mornings to the reflective quietude of evenings, we recognize the cyclical nature of life. We are shaped by time, our edges smoothed, our essence refined by its ceaseless passage.
“The morning pours its potential into your cup of day, and whatever you pour into the evening becomes the wine of sleep.” – Unknown
Morning’s light, a chalice bright,
Filled to the brim with dreams’ delight.
With every tick, a choice, a chance,
In the day’s dance, we advance.
Evening comes, a softer glow,
The day’s wine, a gentle flow.
The glass now empty, but rich in taste,
Each moment lived, none to waste.
Time, the tide, relentless, sure,
Smooths our spirit, makes us pure.
The glass, the sand, the sea’s embrace,
In their touch, our lines erase.
We invite you to reflect on the daily cycle of potential and reflection, and how time’s passage polishes us into the beings we are meant to become.
