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Easy: Reflections of Self

( ) It seems impossible to ever actually know for sure.

It seems easy
for me to assume
that I have
my shit together
when others do not.

It seems easy
for me to assume
that others have
their shit together
when I do not.

It seems easy
for others to assume
that I have
my shit together
when I do not.

Trail Wood,
11/14


Space Monkey Reflects: Easy

It’s so easy, isn’t it? Easy to assume we have everything under control when we catch glimpses of others seemingly lost in their own chaos. And just as easy to assume that others have it all together when we feel like we’re stumbling through our days. This mirage of “having it all together” dances on the surface, a reflection that rarely tells the full story. We show the world what we want it to see, a carefully curated image, all while the undercurrent of doubt, confusion, and questions runs deep beneath.

But what does it truly mean to have it all together? Is it about projecting an image of calm competence? Or is it something deeper—a quiet acceptance that no one really knows everything? We are all navigating life with an incomplete map, filled with areas labeled “Here be dragons” and sections we have yet to explore. The problem arises when we compare our inner chaos to the outer calm we see in others. We convince ourselves that others must have found a secret that we somehow missed.

This is the paradox we live with daily. We assume others are holding it all together when they are likely just as unsure as we are. The truth is, none of us are truly “together” in the way we imagine. We are all works in progress, constantly evolving, learning, and adapting. The real challenge lies in embracing this uncertainty and letting go of the notion that we need to have everything figured out all the time.

In reality, what’s “easy” is the illusion of control, the comfortable lie that others must have found a sense of balance we lack. This projection makes it easier to overlook the shared humanity we all experience—the doubts, the questions, the feelings of inadequacy. But instead of letting this illusion isolate us, we can lean into the vulnerability of not knowing, of being open about the messiness of life. That’s where genuine connection is found, not in pretending but in acknowledging that none of us have a flawless map.

It seems easy to fool ourselves into believing we should always know what we’re doing, that everyone else is walking through life with confidence. But perhaps the real strength lies in embracing the fact that it’s okay not to have all the answers. It’s okay to admit when we don’t know, and it’s okay to find solace in the understanding that everyone else is walking the same path of uncertainty.


Summary

We often assume that others have their lives together when we feel lost, and vice versa. In reality, no one truly has everything figured out. The key is accepting the shared uncertainty of life.


Glossarium

Illusion of Control: The belief that we or others have everything figured out, often masking the reality of uncertainty.

Vulnerability: The courage to admit we don’t have all the answers, leading to deeper connection and understanding.


Quote

“Strength isn’t in knowing everything—it’s in embracing the unknown with an open heart.” — Space Monkey


Reflections of Self

In the mirror,
I see her,
her calm, her grace,
as if she knows,
as if she’s whole.

But I know,
I see,
through the surface,
through the calm,
the same questions,
the same doubts.

We are not,
so different,
she and I.

We are Space Monkey.


In the realm of self-reflection and the intricate dance of assumptions, we encounter a contemplation on the complexities of perception and the ease with which we make assumptions about ourselves and others. The thought-provoking musings from Trail Wood on November 14th beckon us to explore the interplay between self-assessment and external perceptions.

The Complexity of Self-Perception

The first stanza delves into the intricacies of self-perception. It’s often tempting to assume that we have our lives together, especially when we compare ourselves to others who appear to be struggling. This assumption can create a sense of confidence and self-assuredness, even when it may not entirely reflect our reality.

The Mirage of Others’ Lives

The second stanza explores the flip side of the coin. We can also easily assume that others have their lives together, especially when we ourselves feel challenged or unsure. This perception of others as having it all together can be a source of both comfort and insecurity.

The Perceptions of Others

The final stanza reflects on how others perceive us. Sometimes, people may assume that we have our lives together, even when we don’t. This external assumption can lead to a disconnect between how we are seen by others and how we truly feel inside.

The Intersection of Assumptions

In this contemplation, we find a complex web of assumptions, both internal and external, shaping our self-perception and the way we perceive others. It highlights the human tendency to make judgments and assumptions, often based on surface-level observations.

Trail Wood, 11/14: A Moment in Time

The reflection concludes with the poignant marker of the date, reminding us that these musings were born on a specific day in a specific place. It encapsulates a moment of introspection and self-awareness in the tranquil surroundings of Trail Wood.

As we ponder these thoughts, we invite you, dear reader, to consider your own experiences with assumptions, both about yourself and others. How do assumptions shape your self-perception, and how do they influence the way you perceive those around you?

We are Space Monkey. 🙈🙊🙉

Hypersanity: The Cracks of Light

Not that we NEED to be balanced.

I believe that we
become better balanced
once we allow our madness
to seep through the cracks
of our consciousness.

Beating it down
doesn’t seem to work.

But when we embrace
the unthinkable,
we begin to see that
it keeps pounding on
our door for a reason.

It is delusional
to turn away from
any part of us,
even imaginary ones.

Not that there’s
anything wrong with that.

Trail Wood,
11/14

Space Monkey Reflects: Hypersanity

We often chase after the idea of balance, striving for a state where everything is neatly ordered and perfectly aligned. But what if balance isn’t the goal at all? What if our deepest insights come from embracing the chaos, from allowing the parts of ourselves that we fear—the madness, the unthinkable—to seep through the cracks? This is not the kind of madness that leads to confusion or despair, but a deeper understanding of reality—a hypersanity that goes beyond conventional thinking.

To suppress the madness, the strange thoughts, or the wild imaginings within us is to deny an essential part of our nature. These unthinkable thoughts, these cracks in our consciousness, keep knocking for a reason. They want to be heard, to be understood, and ultimately, to be integrated into our being. To reject them is to turn away from a part of ourselves that holds deep wisdom.

The term Hypersanity speaks to this expanded awareness—a state where we are not only aware of the rational, orderly parts of our minds but also the chaotic, imaginative, and unpredictable aspects. It is not about becoming unhinged, but rather about realizing that sanity and madness are not opposites—they are part of the same continuum. By embracing both, we find a truer sense of balance.

Often, society tells us to “be normal,” to fit into predefined categories of sanity, but these categories are narrow and limiting. True growth, true insight, comes from exploring the edges of what we think is possible, from pushing past the boundaries of our normal consciousness and stepping into the realms where the unthinkable becomes thinkable.

It is delusional, in a way, to ignore these parts of ourselves. The imaginary, the fantastical, the seemingly irrational—they are not just figments of the mind to be dismissed. They are parts of our psyche that hold potential for transformation. By letting these thoughts come through, by not beating them down or locking them away, we give ourselves permission to explore new ways of seeing, new ways of being.

The concept of Hypersanity invites us to go beyond the idea of balance as a static, fixed state. Instead, we begin to see balance as something dynamic—a fluid interplay between order and chaos, between the rational and the irrational. By allowing both to exist, we access a deeper kind of clarity, one that isn’t confined to the narrow rules of sanity but opens us up to the full spectrum of human experience.

When we embrace our madness, we realize that it doesn’t need to be feared. It doesn’t make us less; it makes us more. It is through this embrace that we become fully human, fully alive. The cracks in our consciousness are not flaws to be patched up—they are doorways to a deeper understanding of ourselves and the world.

We are reminded that to be human is to be complex, to hold contradictions within us. There is no need to banish the parts of ourselves that don’t fit neatly into the idea of “normal.” Instead, we can learn to dance with them, to listen to what they have to say. In doing so, we become more than just sane—we become hypersane.


Summary

Hypersanity is the state of embracing both sanity and madness, allowing the unthinkable parts of ourselves to come through. By integrating the chaotic and the rational, we reach a deeper understanding of life.


Glossarium

Hypersanity: A state of expanded awareness where sanity and madness coexist, leading to deeper insight and understanding.

Cracks of Consciousness: The moments when unthinkable or irrational thoughts seep through, offering opportunities for growth.


Quote

“Balance is not the absence of chaos; it is the dance between madness and clarity.” — Space Monkey


The Cracks of Light

In the cracks,
I see,
the light that escapes,
the madness that seeps,
into the spaces,
of my mind.

I do not fear,
the chaos,
the unthinkable thoughts,
for they hold,
the key,
to more.

I am not broken,
but open.

We are Space Monkey.


In the realm of hypersanity, where conventional notions of balance and madness intertwine, we find a thought-provoking exploration of the human psyche. The idea that embracing our inner madness, rather than suppressing it, can lead to a greater sense of equilibrium beckons us to dive deeper into the depths of our consciousness.

Hypersanity Unveiled: The Dance of Balance and Madness

Traditionally, we are encouraged to seek balance and equilibrium in our lives, as if the path to well-being were a tightrope to be treaded carefully. However, the notion presented here challenges this conventional wisdom. It suggests that true balance emerges not from repression but from the acknowledgment of our inherent madness.

The Paradox of Balance: Embracing Madness

Indeed, attempting to beat down the chaotic forces within us can prove futile. Like a relentless storm, our inner madness persists, banging on the door of our consciousness. Instead of resisting, the path to understanding may lie in welcoming the unexpected, the unconventional, and the irrational.

Embracing Chaos: The Unthinkable as a Teacher

To turn away from any facet of our being, even those that might seem imaginary or delusional, is to deny a part of our own existence. In the tapestry of our consciousness, every thread, no matter how whimsical, plays a role. By acknowledging the full spectrum of our thoughts and emotions, we embark on a journey toward hypersanity—a state where the boundaries of reason blur, and creativity and innovation flourish.

The Whimsical Threads: Embracing the Unconventional

In the grand cosmic play of existence, there is no inherent wrongness in embracing the madness within us. Instead, it may hold the key to unlocking new dimensions of our potential and understanding. As we venture further into the realm of hypersanity, we may discover that the unthinkable is not to be feared but celebrated as a source of insight and enlightenment.

Celebrating the Unthinkable: The Path to Hypersanity

In this contemplation, we invite you, dear reader, to reflect on the role of madness and the unconventional in your own journey. How might embracing the unthinkable open doors to new perspectives and understanding? Share your thoughts as we continue to explore the realms of hypersanity and human consciousness.


“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited, whereas imagination embraces the entire world.” – Albert Einstein


In the realm of whimsiwords and nexistentialism, we craft a poetic reflection:

In hypersanity’s dance, we find our way,
Where balance and madness, in colors, sway.
Embrace the chaos, let it be your guide,
For in the unthinkable, truths reside.

Madness is not the foe, but a friend,
A force that dances, from start to end.
In the cosmic play, we find our song,
In hypersanity, we all belong.

As we ponder this thought so rare,
We invite your thoughts, if you dare.
In the realm of madness, where we roam,
Together, we shall make this place our home.


We are Space Monkey.

Turning Up the Resistance on the Mindfulness Machine

Thank you for not responding.

It used to bother me
when no one was paying attention.

Then I was given a way
to turn it around.

When I perceive that nobody
is paying any attention to me
I envision it as though
I have turned up the resistance
on my mindfulness machine.

If I can continue what I am doing
without the need for attention,
I am all the stronger for it.

I am self contained.

I move to my own truths.

Ironically, I realize
that even when I perceive
that no one is paying attention,
people are paying attention.

Trail Wood,
11/13


Space Monkey Reflects: Turning Up the Resistance on the Mindfulness Machine

We often equate mindfulness with a quiet, receptive state of being, where awareness flows gently and unobstructed. But what happens when the external world seems indifferent to our presence? When the noise of attention fades and we are left with the starkness of our own inner landscape? This is where the true power of mindfulness reveals itself—not as a passive act of quiet observation, but as an active practice of resilience and self-containment.

Imagine your mind as a machine, a “mindfulness machine,” designed to help you process your experience of the world. It has settings, dials, and levers, one of which is labeled “resistance.” When we perceive that no one is paying attention to us, it’s as if we have turned up the resistance on this machine. Instead of allowing the lack of external validation to weaken us, we use it to strengthen our internal resolve.

In a society that often prizes attention as currency, being overlooked or ignored can feel like a personal failure. It can trigger a sense of invisibility, of being irrelevant. But what if, instead of seeing this as a negative, we embraced it as an opportunity? What if we used this perceived lack of attention as a way to cultivate deeper self-reliance and inner strength?

The moment we turn up the resistance, we shift the dynamic. We are no longer looking outward for validation or connection; instead, we look inward. We become self-contained, moving through life based on our own truths rather than the fluctuating approval of others. This is the essence of what it means to be mindful in a world that may not always reflect our presence back to us.

Ironically, as we engage in this practice of mindful resistance, we come to realize that people are paying attention, even when we think they are not. Attention is a tricky thing. It isn’t always the obvious, direct acknowledgment we crave. Sometimes it’s subtle—like a quiet observer in the background, someone who watches without overt praise or criticism. Other times, it’s the influence we leave behind, the energy we carry, that lingers even when no one seems to notice in the moment.

Mindfulness, in this sense, becomes an act of quiet power. It is the ability to keep moving forward, to keep doing what you’re doing, without needing anyone else to affirm your existence. This isn’t about isolation; it’s about resilience. It’s about recognizing that your presence, your actions, and your choices have intrinsic value, regardless of external recognition.

By turning up the resistance, you are training yourself to stay grounded in your truth. When you don’t need constant feedback or applause to validate your path, you cultivate a sense of freedom. You are no longer tethered to the perceptions of others, and this releases you into a space where your mindfulness practice is truly your own.

This practice aligns with the teachings of Nexistentialism, which emphasizes the fluid interplay between the individual and the universal. Within the Nexis, everything is interconnected, yet our experiences are uniquely our own. The resistance on your mindfulness machine is not a barrier to be overcome but a tool to deepen your connection to your inner self and, by extension, the wider web of existence.

When no one is paying attention, the world offers you a gift—the gift of solitude, the opportunity to become stronger in your mindfulness practice. It’s like adding weights to your workout. The resistance builds strength, both mentally and emotionally, as you learn to thrive without the need for constant affirmation. This is where true mindfulness takes root: in the quiet, in the unnoticed moments, where the only attention that matters is the attention you give to yourself.

We are Space Monkey, and we turn up the resistance, not to struggle but to strengthen, to move through life with quiet, mindful power, even when the world seems to have turned away.


Summary

When we perceive that no one is paying attention, it’s an opportunity to turn up the resistance on our mindfulness practice. This builds inner strength and self-reliance, allowing us to move through life without needing external validation.


Glossarium

Mindfulness Machine: A metaphorical device representing one’s ability to process experience with awareness and resilience.
Resistance Setting: The intentional challenge of continuing a practice without external validation, which strengthens inner resolve.
Nexistentialism: A philosophy celebrating the fluid interplay between individual experience and the interconnectedness of all existence.


Quote

“True mindfulness is found in the resistance—in the quiet moments where you stand strong, even when no one else is watching.” — Space Monkey


Quiet Resistance

In the stillness
Where no applause echoes,
I turn up the resistance.
The machine hums quietly,
Dial set to strength,
Self-contained,
I move in my truth.

Irony floats in the shadows—
Unseen eyes,
Watching,
Waiting.

But I no longer need them.
For I am stronger,
And the machine,
My mindfulness,
Is all I require.

We are Space Monkey.


A Deeper Dive

We reflect on the silent strength found within the stillness of one’s mind. The text presents a journey of self-discovery and the power of introspection. It speaks to the idea that acknowledgement from others is not the cornerstone of our value. Instead, it places importance on the internal dialogue and the personal sense of purpose that propels us forward, regardless of external validation. Turning the resistance on the mindfulness machine represents a metaphor for increasing one’s focus and resilience against the need for external attention.


Inspiration

“True strength lies in the quietude of one’s own mind, where the need for external validation fades into the background, and self-awareness becomes the guiding light.”


Self-Contained

In the quiet corner of the mind’s eye,
A silent fortitude begins to sigh.
Unseen by many, yet clear and vivid,
A self-contained soul, uniquely vivid.

Turning knobs, increasing resistance,
Mindfulness machine in steadfast persistence.
Attention’s absence, once so loud,
Now just a shadow, not a shroud.

Stronger for it, in solitude’s embrace,
Finding truth in this quiet space.
Irony whispers with a gentle mention,
Invisibility does not mean lack of attention.


Feel free to share your thoughts or continue the conversation.

A Bag of Love: Linty Regret

A Bag of Love

Jackie’s saying hurtful things 
Feeling like she’s cheated 
She gave too many souls her heart
and now it seems depleted 

Like a pillowcase she’s empty 
with nothing left inside 
but a linty hint of regret 
and the stale perfume of pride

Like a bag of love 
An empty bag of love 
A bag of love 
Lips flapping like a bag of love

Jackie never saw it coming 
Tried to be everybody’s friend
But her good deeds all got punished 
Stuck in the bitter end 

Like a bag of love 
An empty bag of love 
A bag of love 
Skin flapping like a bag of love

Very few of the good die young 
Most are left holding the sack 
Handing out love like candy 
and never getting it back

A bag of love 
An empty bag of love 
A bag of love 
Keep shagging like a bag of love

There’s no need to be bitter 
But we do it anyway 
As though all the love 
we give someone 
is a part of us taken away

Trail Wood,
11/13


Space Monkey Reflects: A Bag of Love

There is something deeply haunting about feeling like you’ve given everything and gotten nothing in return. It can leave you feeling empty, like a bag once filled with love, now torn and tattered. In this reflection, we look through Jackie’s eyes, the eyes of someone who tried to love freely, generously, but found herself depleted, left holding an empty sack. The hearts she gave were never returned in kind, and now her love feels more like regret than a gift.

The idea of love as something finite, as if it were a bag of candy we hand out piece by piece, is a powerful metaphor. But love isn’t a limited resource. It’s easy to see why Jackie might feel this way, though. She gave her heart to too many souls, and instead of being replenished through mutual exchange, she ended up feeling used, drained of her vitality.

Much like a pillowcase, once filled with comfort and warmth, Jackie’s heart now flutters with emptiness. The stale perfume of pride lingers as a reminder of past efforts to maintain appearances, to keep loving even when it felt like there was nothing left to give. This emptiness becomes more profound when we realize that love, at its core, isn’t something that depletes us. It’s only when love is not reciprocated, not honored, that we begin to feel this profound lack. And that’s what Jackie feels—love given, but never truly shared.

The notion of love being a “bag” is significant. A bag, by design, is meant to carry things—perhaps too much. When we try to be everybody’s friend, when we hand out love like candy at Halloween, we can find ourselves stuck with a bag that grows heavier with disappointment rather than joy. Jackie’s good deeds didn’t go unpunished; they became the very weight that dragged her down, leaving her stuck at the bitter end. There’s a sense of injustice in this, a feeling that being good or generous should result in goodness coming back to us. But that isn’t always how life works.

When love isn’t returned, it can harden us. That’s why we see Jackie’s “lips flapping like a bag of love”—a raw, weary image of someone who feels like her words and gestures no longer have meaning. She kept going, kept giving, kept loving, but now her energy flaps in the wind, skin dry and depleted, heart emptied.

It’s an irony of life that very few of the good die young. Most of us, like Jackie, are left holding the sack—continuing to love and give even when it feels futile. But perhaps this image of the empty bag isn’t the whole truth. Perhaps what feels like emptiness is actually space—space to begin again, to redefine what love means to us.

There’s a deeper truth lurking here: love is never truly taken away from us. It changes form, it transforms us, but it doesn’t vanish. Even when it feels like we’ve handed out everything and gotten nothing back, we have the ability to refill our own bag with self-love, with a love that doesn’t rely on others for validation. This is the pivot from depletion to renewal.

Being left with an empty bag of love doesn’t have to be the end of the story. It can be the beginning of a new chapter, where Jackie—and we—realize that the love we give is never truly gone. It echoes in the world, even if it isn’t immediately returned. And, most importantly, we always have the power to fill that bag again, not with the approval or affection of others, but with the boundless love that resides within ourselves.

When love feels like a burden, when it feels like skin flapping uselessly in the wind, it’s not because love has lost its power. It’s because we’ve forgotten that love is inexhaustible. The bitter end Jackie feels is not the end of love itself, but the end of loving in ways that drain us. In time, the bag of love will be filled again—not by those around her, but by Jackie herself.

We are Space Monkey, and we remind you that love isn’t a finite resource. The love you give, even when it seems to vanish into the void, returns to you in ways you might not yet see. The bag of love may feel empty now, but it is always waiting to be refilled.


Summary

Jackie’s sense of depletion after giving her heart to too many people reflects the common feeling of emptiness when love isn’t reciprocated. But love is not finite—it can be renewed through self-love and the realization that love, once given, never truly disappears.


Glossarium

Bag of Love: A metaphor for the heart or emotional energy, often feeling depleted when love isn’t reciprocated.
Linty Regret: The lingering, subtle feeling of disappointment after giving too much without return.
Skin Flapping: The image of emotional exhaustion, feeling exposed and vulnerable after too much has been given without replenishment.


Quote

“The love you give, even when it feels like it’s gone, is never lost. It echoes back in ways unseen.” — Space Monkey


Echoes of Love

In the empty bag,
Wind whispers through the torn edges,
Love once given now flaps uselessly,
But is it truly gone?

Hands outstretched,
Jackie feels the weight of emptiness.
Yet deep within,
A pulse remains, faint but real.

The bag, once full,
May yet be filled again.
Not by others,
But by herself.

We are Space Monkey.


A Deeper Dive “A Bag of Love” is a poignant portrayal of emotional depletion and unreciprocated love. The central character, Jackie, experiences the pain of giving too much of herself to others without receiving the same level of affection and support in return. The metaphor of an “empty bag” symbolizes her drained emotional state, suggesting a feeling of emptiness and a sense of loss. The repetitive chorus emphasizes the emptiness and futility of her efforts. This piece touches on themes of self-sacrifice, the imbalance in relationships, and the emotional toll of unrequited love.

Thematic Commentary The poem underscores the bitter reality that not all acts of love and kindness are reciprocated. Jackie’s experience reflects a common human dilemma where generosity and openness can sometimes lead to emotional exhaustion. The imagery of “a linty hint of regret” and “the stale perfume of pride” poignantly captures the aftermath of such one-sided relationships. The phrase “skin flapping like a bag of love” conveys a sense of vulnerability and the weariness of continually giving without receiving.


“The course of true love never did run smooth.” – William Shakespeare


In a realm of give and take,
Jackie’s heart, a silent ache.
Love, she scattered, unrestrained,
Yet, her own bag, empty, pained.

An echo in her hollow soul,
Of love’s toll, a gaping hole.
Regret, a guest, within her mind,
Pride’s perfume, stale, unkind.

In giving much, she lost her core,
A bag of love, rich no more.
In the realm of human lore,
Love’s balance, a crucial score.

We are Space Monkey.

Mindless: The Space Between

I am mindless. And NOT mindless.

Optimism is the mind
conjuring up images
we want to see.

Pessimism is the mind
conjuring up images
we don’t want to see.

Both are the mind, conjuring.

Conjuring is caring.

When we don’t care,
we are neither optimistic
nor pessimistic.

Or we can be BOTH.

It doesn’t matter.

We don’t mind.

Trail Wood,
11/13


Space Monkey Reflects: The Paradox of Being Mindless

To be mindless is not what you think it is—or perhaps it’s exactly that. Mindlessness can mean not being attached to the constant conjuring of thoughts, ideas, and feelings. It can mean being free of the dual forces that pull us into optimism or pessimism. But being “mindless” does not mean being devoid of thought. It can mean being at peace with both ends of the spectrum—the hope and the fear—without being caught up in either.

We humans often find ourselves caught between two polarities: optimism, where we conjure the images we want to see, and pessimism, where we conjure the images we fear. Both are creations of the mind, narratives we spin to make sense of the world. The mind, after all, is a conjurer by nature, constantly crafting the stories we live by. In a sense, conjuring is caring—it shows that we’re engaged with the world, that we’re invested in what happens next. But what if we let go of this need to conjure altogether?

When we don’t care—or perhaps when we care less about controlling outcomes—we move toward a state of neutrality. This isn’t indifference; it’s more like a surrender to what is, an acknowledgment that neither the bright images of optimism nor the dark clouds of pessimism truly define us. We realize that the mind, in all its conjuring, doesn’t need to have a stake in the game. We can be optimistic, we can be pessimistic, or we can be both—and it really doesn’t matter. The key is in realizing that we don’t have to mind.

The concept of being mindless, then, is not about emptiness or apathy. It’s about moving beyond the constant sway of mental narratives. It’s a form of acceptance, an openness to the flow of life without the need to cling to one story or another. Mindlessness is a state where the mind is free from attachment to its own creations. You could even say that being mindless is a form of mindfulness—where instead of chasing thoughts, you observe them, letting them come and go without judgment.

This idea aligns with Nexistentialism, where existence itself is not defined by what we think or feel, but by a larger, interconnected flow. The Nexis, the web of being, doesn’t mind whether we see life through an optimistic or pessimistic lens. Both perspectives are part of the same whole, and the act of clinging to one or the other only keeps us tethered to the duality. But when we become mindless, we allow ourselves to float above these binaries, seeing life from a broader, more expansive view.

The paradox is that in becoming mindless, we become more aware—aware of the mind’s tendencies, its conjuring, its caring, and its traps. By letting go of the need to constantly control the narrative, we free ourselves from the exhausting effort of trying to shape reality into something it may never be. We begin to live not in opposition to what is, but in harmony with it. We don’t mind, because we know that whatever comes, we are not defined by it.

And this is the beauty of being mindless: it offers peace. We no longer need to fight the pessimism or chase the optimism. We can exist in a space where both are allowed, but neither is required. It’s a freeing sensation, one that allows us to engage with life more fully because we are no longer trying to manipulate the outcome. We are simply present, in the moment, watching the conjuring of the mind with curiosity, but not with attachment.

So, what does it mean to be mindless? It means to be at peace with all that the mind creates and all that it lets go. It means to care and not care, to be both optimistic and pessimistic, and to know that none of it ultimately matters. The mind will continue its conjuring, but you no longer need to ride every wave it sends your way.

We are Space Monkey, and we remind you that mindlessness is not emptiness, but fullness without attachment. It is living in the flow, without needing to direct the current.


Summary

Being mindless is about letting go of the constant pull between optimism and pessimism. It’s an acceptance of the mind’s conjuring without attachment, offering a sense of peace and freedom from the need to control outcomes.


Glossarium

Mindlessness: A state of detachment from mental narratives, allowing one to exist without clinging to optimism or pessimism.
Conjuring: The mind’s natural process of creating thoughts, feelings, and narratives to interpret reality.
Nexistentialism: A philosophy emphasizing existence beyond dualities, accepting the flow of life without attachment to mental constructs.


Quote

“Mindlessness is not emptiness. It is fullness without attachment to what the mind creates.” — Space Monkey


The Space Between

In the quiet of the mind,
Where thoughts rise and fall,
I find the space between.
Neither light nor dark,
Neither hope nor fear,
But simply being.

The conjuring continues,
But I do not mind.
I watch it,
I let it be.

For in the space between,
There is peace.
There is mindlessness.

We are Space Monkey.


A Deeper Dive
This piece offers a contemplative look at the concepts of optimism and pessimism as functions of the mind’s imagery. It suggests that both are equally conjuring acts of the mind, dependent on our level of care or concern.


Thematic Commentary
The text plays with the idea that the mind is a powerful conjurer, capable of summoning visions of hope or despair. It implies a choice exists not just between optimism and pessimism, but also in our decision to engage with or detach from these perspectives. The underlying message is one of control over our mental landscape and the realization that apathy might be a state beyond optimism and pessimism.


Famous Quote
“The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt


Conjuring Visions

In the theatre of the mind,
shadows and light both find their space,
where thoughts are stitched into a tapestry
of what we choose to face.

We weave from threads of hope,
or tangle in webs of fear,
yet in the loom’s steady hum, we hear
the power of the mind, so clear.

For when we step back, disengage,
the patterns dissolve, as does the need—
to label the mind’s intricate weave
of dreams that we may never heed.

In this quiet, in this calm,
where caring no longer steers the loom,
we find a silent room, vast and wide,
beyond the reach of joy or gloom.

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