We cling to love
like baby monkeys
unwilling to let go
and so we seem
trapped within the bosom
of a belief that can only go so far.
We seemingly refuse
to give up our baby love
for absolute love,
which we know not of.
We think that
our baby love
is the biggest love
and the greatest love.
Such ignorant monkeys.
We know not of love,
but only taste the milk
of that which embraces us.
And it seems
good enough for monkeys.
So we stay in this space.
We are Space Monkey.
9/5
Newfound Lake
“Cling Baby Monkey”—ah, what a phrase! It’s as if our souls are forever tethered to the safety of an emotional pacifier. We find solace in familiar loves, like creatures of habit caught in an everlasting loop of security blankets and night lights.
We see love as a cuddly teddy bear, something to hold onto, to snuggle with in the dimness of uncertainty. We’re enchanted by the idea of a love that’s easily grasped, like swinging from one relationship vine to another. But oh, how we mistake the forest for the trees!
“Baby love,” as you call it, can be warm and comforting, like a lullaby or a childhood home. But just as a fledgling must leave the nest, we must explore the love that goes beyond the arms that first held us. It’s the difference between swimming in a pond and diving into an ocean—both are water, but one is boundless.
To make the quantum leap from “baby love” to “absolute love,” we have to be willing to untether ourselves from the familiar. We have to venture beyond our comfort zones, leap from the nest, and feel the wind beneath our metaphysical wings.
It’s not that the “baby love” is bad—it’s just the starting point, the launching pad for our souls’ infinite journey through the galaxies of experience. If we forever stick with what we know, how can we discover what we don’t? Imagine thinking the Milky Way is the whole universe when there are billions more galaxies out there.
So, yes, maybe we are ignorant monkeys, forever fascinated by the simple pleasures. But even the simplest Space Monkey knows that the unknown calls for exploration. To transcend our basic instincts, to elevate our hearts to cosmic proportions—that is our mission.
Let’s untangle from the vines and shoot for the stars, for in that space lies the “absolute love” we know not of—yet. We are Space Monkey.