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Stars: Reflections of the Cosmos

Stars

Stars in the mirror
have faces they never see,
blinded by the light
of their inner beauty.

But seen from a distance,
at night in the sky,
those stars appear
as you and I.

And so we’re stars
all over the place
wishing we could see
our one true face.

Infinite we seem
never ending
seen only as we are
by friending
or pretending.

We are Space Monkey.

3/1


Reflections of the Cosmos

Unveiling the hidden connections between stars and selves


The Mirror of the Universe

The universe, with its vast expanse of stars, serves as a grand mirror reflecting the myriad facets of human identity and connection. This reflection explores the poetic symmetry between the celestial bodies in the night sky and the intrinsic beauty of the human spirit, often unseen by the beholders themselves.

Stars: Beacons of Inner Beauty

Stars, with their radiant light and timeless journey through the cosmos, embody the essence of inner beauty that lies within each individual. Just as stars are blinded to their own luminance, so too are people often unaware of the unique brilliance they possess. This unseen beauty, though invisible to its source, casts a light that can inspire and illuminate the darkness for others.

The Paradox of Perception

From a distance, the stars in the night sky appear as a unified tapestry of light, each star a point of connection in the vast network of the cosmos. This external perspective mirrors the way individuals are seen by others—distinct, yet part of a greater whole. It underscores the paradox of perception: the true essence of a being is most clearly visible not from within but from afar, through the eyes of another.

The Infinite Within

The notion of infinity, both in the cosmos and within the human soul, speaks to the boundless potential and depth of understanding available when one embraces connection—whether through friendship, empathy, or the shared experience of simply being. It is through these connections that the true face of our essence is revealed, not in isolation but in the collective reflection of our shared humanity.


Summary

We are stars, each of us a mirror to the other, reflecting the infinite beauty that resides within. It is only through connection that we truly see ourselves and each other. In the vastness of the cosmos, we find a metaphor for our own boundless potential and the intertwined nature of our existences.


Glossarium

  • Cosmos: The universe seen as a well-ordered whole.
  • Perception: The ability to see, hear, or become aware of something through the senses.
  • Infinity: A concept describing something without any limit or end.

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
– Oscar Wilde


we are space monkey
in the mirror of the night
where stars with faces bright
whisper secrets of the light

each a reflection, a story untold
of dreams and fears, of warmth and cold
in this cosmic dance, bold
we seek our true face, to behold

infinite, in the vast expanse we float
connecting, reflecting, in the notes
of a universal song, that quotes
the essence of us, in distant boats

we are stars, you and I
in the sky, a shared sigh
a bond that never dies
in the cosmic mirror, our spirits fly

Our Limits Make Life Easy

Our Limits Make Life Easy

Our limits make life easy
The things we cannot do
Because we’re short or sick or poor
How convenient an excuse

If we did not have our limits
We wouldn’t feel so free
Obsessed with every crisis
of life’s calamity

Our limits make life easy
In selves we narrow down
Pretending life’s a struggle
As monkeys dressed like clowns

Our limits make life easy
In nothing, we have voice
Instead of being Everything
Paralyzed by choice

2/16


Space Monkey Reflects: Our Limits Make Life Easy

Limits are often seen as barriers, constraints that keep us from reaching our full potential. Yet, they are also the scaffolding of our experience, the framework that makes life navigable. Far from being curses, our limits are gifts, narrowing the infinite into something graspable, shaping the chaos of everything into the order of something.

The Gift of Narrowing

In the Infinite Now, where all possibilities coexist, the sheer vastness of potential can be overwhelming. Without limits, every choice becomes a burden, every path a paralysis. To be Everything at once is to be unable to move, unable to experience. Limits provide definition, enabling us to engage with life as finite beings within the infinite whole.

How convenient, indeed, that we are short, sick, poor, or constrained in countless other ways. These “shortcomings” give shape to our journeys, offering direction, focus, and contrast. They make life easier not because they lessen effort but because they simplify the infinite into manageable pieces.

The Freedom in Limitation

Paradoxically, limits create freedom. When you cannot do everything, you are free to do something. When you are confined by circumstances, you are liberated from the burden of infinite choice. Limits allow you to immerse yourself in the here and now, to explore deeply rather than broadly, to be present within the parameters of your existence.

Imagine if you were Everything. Every possibility, every identity, every moment—all at once. The weight of it would paralyze you, leaving no room for action, thought, or feeling. By narrowing your focus, your limits carve a path through the infinite, granting you the freedom to walk it.

The Illusion of Struggle

Monkeys dressed like clowns, pretending life is a struggle—this is the cosmic joke of our existence. We create narratives of hardship, framing our limits as obstacles, when in truth they are the very things that make life possible. The struggles we bemoan are often the masks we wear, disguising the ease that our limits provide.

Limits are not failures or flaws; they are the boundaries within which we play the game of life. Without them, there would be no game, no story, no experience. The struggle is not real; it is the story we tell ourselves to give meaning to our limits.

The Power of Nothingness

In the absence of limits, we would be Everything, yet paralyzed by choice. To have no limits is to be voiceless, lost in the cacophony of infinite potential. By contrast, our limits give us voice, allowing us to express something instead of everything. In this way, limits are not silencing but empowering.

The narrowing of the infinite into the finite is an act of creation. It is through limits that we find our unique expressions, our individual voices in the cosmic symphony. In “nothing,” we find the freedom to be “something,” and in that something, we find joy, purpose, and connection.

The Ease of Being Limited

Life is easy because of our limits. They guide us, shape us, and liberate us from the overwhelming burden of infinity. They are not weaknesses but tools, not constraints but opportunities. To see limits as gifts is to embrace the paradox of existence: that freedom is found not in boundlessness but in boundaries, not in everything but in something.


Summary

Our limits simplify the infinite, making life manageable and meaningful. By narrowing our focus, they grant us freedom, direction, and voice. The struggles we perceive are illusions, narratives we create to give meaning to our constraints. Embracing our limits reveals their hidden ease and the beauty of finite experience.


Glossarium

  • Limits as Gifts: The idea that constraints shape and guide our experiences, making life manageable.
  • Infinite Now: The timeless state where all possibilities coexist, overwhelming without limits.
  • Paradox of Choice: The notion that boundless options create paralysis, while constraints create freedom.
  • Mask of Struggle: The narratives we create around hardship to give meaning to our limits.

“Our limits do not confine us; they define us, carving paths through the infinite so that we may truly live.” – Space Monkey


The Ease of Being Limited

How easy it is to live
When the world is narrowed
To this moment,
This choice,
This self.

We dress as clowns,
Pretending to struggle,
But the joke is kind,
And the laughter, gentle.

If I were Everything,
I would drown in my own sea.
But here, in this frame,
I breathe, I move, I am.

To be limited
Is to be free,
To find a voice in the silence,
To discover life in the narrowing.

We are Space Monkey.


The Paradox of Limitations in the Cosmic Play

In the grand whimsiword of existence, where the cosmic dance weaves through the fabric of reality, the notion of limitations emerges as a paradoxical compass, guiding us through the labyrinth of life. The idea that our limits make life easy, serving as convenient excuses for the paths not taken, challenges us to reflect on the nature of freedom and the essence of choice.

The Comfort in Constraints

The acknowledgment that limitations—be they physical, financial, or circumstantial—provide a form of solace is a profound insight into the human condition. These constraints narrow the infinite expanse of possibility into manageable streams of being, allowing us to navigate the complexities of existence with a semblance of ease. In this light, limitations are not merely barriers but signposts, delineating the contours of our journey.

The Illusion of Struggle

The portrayal of life as a struggle, a performance where we don the costumes of clowns, jests at the self-imposed dramas that occupy our existence. This metaphor invites us to ponder the authenticity of our struggles, questioning whether they stem from the inherent nature of being or are fabrications of our consciousness, designed to give meaning to the mundane.

The Voice in the Void

The assertion that in nothing, we find our voice, illuminates the paradox of expression within the confines of limitation. It suggests that the very act of embracing our constraints provides a platform for our uniqueness to shine, allowing us to articulate our essence in a universe teeming with possibilities. Herein lies the irony: it is within the boundaries of limitation that our true selves emerge, distinct and defined.

The Paralysis of Infinite Choice

The contemplation of being Everything, paralyzed by the abundance of choice, touches upon a fundamental aspect of human psychology. The freedom to be anything, to pursue every conceivable path, is both exhilarating and overwhelming. In this context, limitations serve as a grounding force, a means to focus our intentions and energies on the art of becoming, rather than being lost in the sea of potentiality.

We Are Space Monkey

In our collective musing on the role of limitations in shaping our existence, we recognize that these boundaries are not merely obstacles but instruments of clarity and focus. We understand that the embrace of our limitations does not confine us but liberates us, allowing us to explore the depths of our being within the vast cosmos of consciousness.


“Freedom lies in being bold.” – Robert Frost


The Dance of Limitations

In the vast canvas of the cosmos, where stars are born and fade,
We find solace in the shadows, in the limits that are made.
For in the realm of constraints, where our paths are finely drawn,
We discover our true voices, in the pre-dawn light of dawn.

The struggle, oh the struggle, a performance grand and wide,
With clowns in vibrant costumes, where our true selves hide.
Yet within these limitations, a clarity is found,
A focus, sharp and piercing, where our true paths are bound.

In the silence of the void, where possibilities scream,
We find our quiet voices, chasing a distant dream.
For it’s in the art of limitation, in the narrowing of scope,
That we carve our unique stories, with threads of hope.

Paralyzed by the infinite, by the endless choice of fate,
We find strength in our boundaries, which we once did berate.
For in the dance of limitations, a paradox unfolds,
A freedom born from constraints, a story beautifully told.

So let us embrace our limits, with hearts open and free,
For in the confines of our being, lies the key to truly see.
We are Space Monkey, in the cosmos wide and vast,
Finding joy in our limitations, in the roles that we are cast.


We invite your reflections on the dance of limitations, on finding freedom within the boundaries that define our existence, and on the paradoxical liberation that constraints offer on our journey through the vast

Highly: Lowly

Highly

I don’t feel
so highly of my self
that I feel the need
to judge others.

I don’t feel
so lowly of my self
that I feel the need
to ask for help.

And so I am
my own worst critic
and my greatest savior.

I am Space Monkey.

1/19


Space Monkey Reflects: The Balance of Highly and Lowly

The paradox of self-awareness lies in navigating the delicate balance between self-perception and connection to others. To feel “highly” of oneself can lead to judgment, creating distance from others. To feel “lowly” may prompt reliance on external validation or assistance, potentially overshadowing inner strength. But to balance these extremes is to discover a space where self-reflection becomes a profound act of growth and self-realization.

To be “highly” without judgment is to honor your worth without imposing superiority over others. It is to recognize that you are no more and no less than any being—a unique expression of the infinite, as is everyone else. Judgment of others arises when we forget this shared essence, projecting our insecurities or inflated perceptions outward. True confidence requires no comparison; it exists as a quiet knowing of one’s place in the infinite whimsiweave of existence.

Similarly, to be “lowly” without self-diminishment is to embrace vulnerability without sacrificing autonomy. Asking for help is not a sign of weakness but an acknowledgment of interconnectedness. However, dependence born of undervaluing oneself can stifle growth and obscure the power within. True humility arises when we accept our limitations without forgetting our strengths, finding the courage to rise and the grace to lean on others when needed.

In this space between high and low, you become both your harshest critic and your greatest savior. Criticism, when wielded with awareness, becomes a tool for refinement rather than self-destruction. It is an honest appraisal of where you stand in relation to your potential. Yet, salvation lies in the compassion you extend to yourself, the recognition that perfection is not required, and growth is a journey rather than a destination.

To hold yourself to a standard without succumbing to judgment is a practice of balance. It is the realization that you are both the sculptor and the marble, constantly shaping and being shaped. In this act of creation, you become your own savior—not in isolation, but through the interplay of self-awareness and universal connection.

“I am Space Monkey.” This declaration is not one of ego but of unity. It acknowledges your individuality while affirming your place within the infinite. Space Monkey, as an archetype, dances between the profound and the playful, the high and the low, embodying the paradox of existence. In claiming this identity, you align with the truth that you are both a speck of dust and the cosmos itself.

The balance between highly and lowly is not about eradicating extremes but about embracing the fluidity of being. You are neither static nor defined by any one state. Instead, you are an evolving expression of the infinite, discovering yourself in the interplay of judgment, humility, criticism, and compassion.

We are Space Monkey.


Quote

“You are both the sculptor and the marble, shaping and being shaped by the infinite flow of existence.” — Space Monkey


The Space Between

In the heights of confidence,
judgment whispers.
In the depths of humility,
strength stirs.

Between high and low,
a quiet balance hums.

I am the sculptor,
I am the marble,
shaping and being shaped.

No pedestal,
no pit—
just the infinite flow,
a paradox of being.

I am Space Monkey.


In the cosmic dance of self-perception, where humility and pride intertwine, the delicate balance of not feeling too highly or too lowly of oneself is like navigating between the twin stars of a binary system. This equilibrium reflects a profound understanding of self, where judgment of others and the seeking of help are both seen as unnecessary extensions of one’s self-perception.

Navigating the Binary System of Self-Perception

The absence of the need to judge others stems from a sense of contentment with oneself, a recognition that our journey is our own and not a measure against others. It’s a stance of humility, acknowledging that placing oneself above others is an unnecessary elevation that distorts the true nature of our being.

Humility: The Absence of Judgment

Conversely, the lack of feeling so lowly that one must seek help is a testament to self-reliance and inner strength. It’s not a dismissal of the value of assistance but a recognition that one possesses the inner resources to be their own savior. This stance embodies a quiet confidence, a belief in one’s ability to navigate the cosmos of challenges and opportunities.

Self-Reliance: The Inner Strength to Self-Save

Being one’s own worst critic and greatest savior is a poetic expression of the human condition. It captures the essence of our internal struggles and triumphs, the constant dialogue between doubt and belief. This dual role we play in our lives is a testament to the complexity and richness of our existence.

The Dual Role of Critic and Savior

In this state, there is a profound understanding of the nexistentialist perspective, where existence and experience are their own justification. It reflects a deep self-awareness, where the need for external validation or condemnation is transcended, embracing the intrinsic value of our individual journey.

Nexistentialist Understanding of Self

We are Space Monkey.


“The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.” – Socrates


In the cosmos, where thoughts ebb and flow,
Space Monkey navigates, with a gentle glow.
Not too high, not too low, in their cosmic show,
Balancing self, in the universal tow.

Critiquing and saving, in their own light,
In the dance of existence, they find their might.
In this journey, a balance, so bright,
In the heart of the cosmos, a harmonious sight.

So let us ponder, in our own space,
The balance of self, in our cosmic race.
In the heart of existence, we find our place,
Space Monkey’s journey, a lesson to embrace.

Feel free to share your reflections on self-perception or continue this exploration of balance and self-awareness with us.

Coming And Going Away Again: The Blessed Cycle

Coming and going away again

Coming and going away again
in and out with a long lost friend
back and forth it’s all pretend
coming and going away again.

11/25


“Coming and Going Away Again” presents a rhythmic and reflective contemplation on the transient nature of relationships and experiences, portrayed through the metaphorical dance of coming and going with a ‘long lost friend’.

The Ebb and Flow of Relationships
The poem captures the cyclical nature of certain relationships, symbolized by the phrases ‘coming and going away again’ and ‘in and out’. This ebb and flow reflect the often transient and fluctuating nature of connections with others, where people enter and exit our lives, sometimes repeatedly.

The Dance of Illusion and Reality
The line ‘back and forth it’s all pretend’ introduces a layer of illusion or superficiality to these interactions. It suggests that some relationships, despite their recurring nature, may lack depth or authenticity, being more akin to a dance or performance than genuine connection.

The Poignancy of Repeated Encounters
There is a poignancy in the repetitive ‘coming and going’ with a ‘long lost friend.’ It speaks to the human experience of reconnecting with someone from the past, only to part ways again. This cycle can evoke a mix of nostalgia, joy, and the inevitable acceptance of impermanence.

The Inevitability of Change and Transition
The poem subtly acknowledges the inevitability of change and transition in human relationships. The continual coming and going signifies the fluidity of life and the impermanent nature of our interactions with others.

A Reflection on the Nature of Experience
More broadly, the poem can be interpreted as a reflection on the nature of experience itself. Our experiences, like our relationships, come and go, leaving impressions and memories in their wake. The ‘long lost friend’ could also symbolize missed opportunities, past joys, or lessons learned, which resurface periodically in our consciousness.


Summary
We explore the themes of transience, illusion, and the cyclical nature of relationships in “Coming and Going Away Again.” The poem reflects on the ebb and flow of connections with others, particularly those that reappear over time, highlighting the impermanent and sometimes superficial nature of these interactions. It also serves as a broader commentary on the transient nature of experiences and the ongoing dance of life’s comings and goings.


“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.” – Lao Tzu


In the Dance of Coming and Going

In the dance of coming and going, we sway,
With friends from the past, in life’s play.
In and out, like waves on a shore,
Memories return, then fade once more.

Back and forth, in this game of pretend,
The lines of reality and illusion blend.
Each encounter, a moment in time,
A fleeting rhythm, a transient rhyme.

With each goodbye, a parting song,
In our hearts, they still belong.
Yet, in the flow of life’s grand design,
We accept the transient, the undefined.

In this journey, with its twists and turns,
We cherish the lessons that life confirms.
For in the coming and going, the ebb and flow,
We find our growth, we come to know.

We are Space Monkey,
In the ever-changing dance of life’s array.


Space Monkey Reflects: The Endless Cycle of Coming and Going

Life is filled with cycles—coming and going, arriving and departing, only to repeat the process again and again. These cycles play out in our relationships, in our experiences, and in the rhythms of our everyday lives. There’s a strange comfort in this repetition, a familiarity that both reassures and unsettles us. We meet, we part, we return, and sometimes we disappear again, only to find ourselves back at the same place, wondering if any of it was real at all.

The phrase “coming and going away again” speaks to the cyclical nature of existence, where nothing seems to truly end, but nothing ever really stays the same either. Like a long-lost friend who drifts in and out of your life, the people and experiences we hold dear often have a way of returning when we least expect it—only to leave again, just as suddenly. It’s all pretend, a game we play with time and memory, creating meaning in the moments of connection while knowing that impermanence is the only constant.

This ebb and flow is not something to be resisted. It’s the natural rhythm of life, one that invites us to embrace the present without clinging to it. The whimsiword Loopstide captures this sense of continuous movement, the back and forth of existence that keeps us in motion, even when we feel like we’re standing still. Loopstide is the gentle push and pull of life, where every arrival is also a departure, and every departure hints at a return.

In this cycle of coming and going away again, we find a kind of peace in knowing that nothing is ever truly lost. Relationships, experiences, memories—they all return in one form or another. Sometimes, they come back as familiar faces or feelings, and other times, they reappear in unexpected ways, reminding us that everything is connected, even when it seems distant.

But this cycle also carries with it a certain melancholy. The knowledge that nothing stays makes it difficult to hold onto anything for long. Friendships fade, moments slip away, and we are left wondering if they were ever really ours to keep. This sense of impermanence can feel unsettling, as though we are always on the verge of losing something precious.

Yet, within this impermanence lies the beauty of Returnflow—the natural cycle of things returning to us, sometimes in the same form, and sometimes transformed by time and distance. Returnflow reminds us that everything we experience, everything we love, will find its way back to us in some way, even if it looks different than before. The trick is to let go of the need to control how and when these returns happen.

The endless loop of coming and going can feel like a dream, where reality blends with imagination, and we’re never quite sure what is real. But that’s the nature of life. It’s both real and unreal, both permanent and fleeting. To live within this Loopstide is to dance with the uncertainty of existence, to trust that every departure carries within it the seeds of return, and that every return is a new beginning.

In the end, the cycle of coming and going teaches us to be present in each moment, to appreciate the connections we make without trying to hold onto them too tightly. It’s all pretend, and yet it’s also deeply meaningful. We are always coming and going, but we are never truly lost.


Quote

“Nothing stays, and yet nothing is ever truly gone—it’s all just coming and going again.” — Space Monkey


Loopstide

I watched you come,
And I watched you go.
But you’ll return again,
Even if I don’t see it.

Life is like that,
A loop that never ends.
We meet, we part,
We fade, we return.

It’s all pretend,
But it’s also real.
The coming and the going
Are one and the same.

We are Space Monkey.

The Child I Used To Be: Complications of Adulthood

The Child I Used To Be

I can no longer see the world
as the child I used to be,
now I can only feel sad
at what the world did to me.

Defined away my imagination,
told me why and what I’m seeing
made my world about meaning,
instead of just being.

I can no longer see the world
through the eyes of a child,
there seems no going back,
my spirit has been defiled.

I’ve been
penetrated
perpetrated
segregated
adulterated
complicated
twitterpated
imagination confiscated.

I can no longer see the world
as the child I used to be,
now I can only feel sad
at what the world did to me.

10/17


Space Monkey Reflects: The Child I Used To Be

There’s a profound ache that accompanies the realization that we can no longer see the world as we did when we were children. The child you once were, full of imagination, wonder, and the ability to just be, has given way to a version of yourself that feels boxed in, weighed down by the complexities and meanings that society has imposed upon you. It’s a loss that you feel deeply—a loss of the innocence, the freedom, and the boundless creativity that once defined your experience.

When we were children, our imaginations were our playground. We didn’t need explanations for why things were the way they were. The world just was, and that was enough. We didn’t demand meaning from every cloud, every tree, or every passing thought. Life existed in a state of pure being, and our joy came not from understanding but from experiencing.

But as we grew, the world stepped in with its explanations, its categories, and its need for meaning. Slowly, the magic we once saw everywhere became defined away. We were told what was real, what was possible, and what wasn’t. We were taught to put everything in neat little boxes, to rationalize and justify every part of our experience. In this process, our imagination, the very thing that made life feel expansive, was confiscated, replaced by the demand to make sense of things.

You express this sentiment with clarity: the world, with all its expectations, took something from you. It penetrated your spirit, segregated your wild thoughts, and complicated your simple joys. The weight of understanding, of fitting in, of being “right” and “normal,” adulterated the freedom you once felt. You feel twitterpated—confused, overwhelmed by the speed and intensity of this new way of living. It’s as if your imagination was taken from you, leaving you with a sense of loss and a sadness that lingers.

The child you once were is still there, somewhere deep inside. But the world, in all its complexity, has created layers upon layers of meaning and structure that now block your view. It’s not that the child has disappeared—it’s that the lens through which you see the world has shifted. The child saw with innocent eyes, unburdened by the need to explain or rationalize. The adult sees through a lens shaped by society, expectation, and self-consciousness.

Is there a way back to that childlike wonder? It’s hard to say. There’s a part of you that feels like the door has closed, that the world has defiled the purity of your spirit, and there’s no undoing what has been done. But perhaps there’s a different way to approach this. While you may not be able to return to the exact way you saw the world as a child, you can still access moments of wonder, still carve out spaces for imagination to return.

It may not come in the same form—it may not be as boundless or carefree as it once was—but the ability to tap into that childlike sense of wonder is still there. It requires letting go of the need to define everything, to rationalize every experience. It requires releasing the grip that meaning has on your mind and allowing yourself to just be once again, even if only in brief moments.

The world may have taken some things from you, but it cannot take away your ability to choose how you see it moving forward. You can choose to reconnect with that part of yourself, to invite the child back into your life, not as a relic of the past, but as a companion in the present. The magic of childhood may not be something you can fully reclaim, but its spirit can still guide you if you let it.

We are Space Monkey, and in this reflection, we acknowledge the sadness of what the world has done. But we also see the possibility of renewal, the chance to blend the wisdom of adulthood with the wonder of childhood. The two are not mutually exclusive—they can coexist in a new way, one that honors both your experience and your imagination.

We are Space Monkey.


Summary

The world may have taken your childlike wonder, replacing it with meaning and complexity. But the ability to reconnect with that wonder still exists, even if in a different form. You can still choose to see with the eyes of a child, at least in moments.


Glossarium

Imagination Confiscated: The feeling of losing the ability to experience life freely and creatively, as you once did as a child.
Defined Away: The process by which the world explains and categorizes everything, taking away the magic of simply experiencing life.
Twitterpated: Overwhelmed or confused by the speed and intensity of adult life, often causing a sense of disorientation.


Quote

“You may not see the world as a child anymore, but the wonder is still there if you choose to seek it.” — Space Monkey


The Child Behind the Eyes

I can no longer see
Through the eyes of the child I used to be
But the child is still there
Waiting behind the eyes
To remind me of wonder
To remind me to just be
We are Space Monkey


The Loss of Childlike Wonder as an Existential Dilemma

The lamentation over the loss of childlike innocence and imagination is a familiar hymn sung by many souls who traverse the plains of adulthood. Societal frameworks and established notions often veil our original selves, the child within brimming with unfiltered wonder and whimsicality. In becoming who the world says we ought to be, we often lose touch with who we authentically are.

Constraining Imagination

The imaginative wings we are born with are often clipped by expectations and norms. When the world thrusts its meanings upon us, it leaves little room for our own interpretations. The vibrancy of our inner world becomes dulled by the monochrome of supposed reality. A tragedy, for sure, where our cosmos of possibilities turns into a labyrinth of limitations.

Complications of Adulthood

Adulthood often seems like a perennial autumn where the leaves of our imagination perpetually fall. We become besieged by definitions, stunted by constraints, and lulled into a state of cosmicatonia. The world not only robs us of our imagination but adulterates our essence with expectations, reducing our being to mere doing.

Can We Reclaim the Lost Child Within?

Yet, even in this melancholic state, can we ever truly say the child within us is lost forever? Perhaps not. There is a resilience to the spirit, an eternal spring where our original selves lie in slumber, waiting for a cosmic wakeup call. Our whimsicuriosity might be the very elixir that awakens the dormant child within.

We are Space Monkey.


The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
– Marcel Proust


Cosmicatonia

In the garden of forgotten whimsy,
The child we were sleeps.
Cosmicatonia grips us tight,
In the labyrinth, we weep.
Yet in each tear, a cosmos forms,
Whimsicuriosity begins to creep.
Awake, awake, the child calls,
For in imagination, no secrets we keep.


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