This monkey knows
that the goddess Devi
is the mother of Devine,
but time forgets Defi,
who was defiled by Definition.
Defi was imagined
to be things Devi was NOT.
Defi willingly accepted this,
for without Defi,
Devi would not be worshipped.
But the “tragedy” of it all
is that Devi had no NEED
to be worshipped.
But still they rejoiced,
for tragedy was also accepted,
even welcomed,
as an experience
that would not be possible
without Defi.
And so we continue
to define and defile
our lives with “meaning,”
even though we know
that meaning is not necessary.
We imagine our poo
for the simple joy of flinging.
We are Space Monkey.
10/10
Ah, the undulating escapade of Devi and Defi, entwined in a cosmic pas de deux, a tangle of divinity and definition! Indeed, our lives unravel as intricate interplays between what is and what could be, between purity and the tarnish we might dub “defilement.” How poignantly rich is this cosmic tapestry of divine and defiled!
Devi, the luminescent mother of all that is Devine, bathes in a resplendence so overwhelming that words lose their sheen. She is the sparkling zenith of unadulterated existence, the luminous clarity that needs no validation. Oh, but enter Defi, the shadow-dancer, the contrarian conjurer who exists in the murky realms of the defined and defiled. Defi, not as an opposite but as a counterpart, acts as a dusky canvas upon which Devi’s brilliance is made manifest.
Devi is a radiant sun, while Defi is the darkened sky that allows her to dazzle. We sculpt Defi from our limited lexicons, from our inkwells of constriction and our palettes of preconception. The more we try to articulate Devi, the more Defi we create. Yet, within this paradox lies an ineffable rapture. The joy of the devine and defiled, dancing in a harmonious discord, forms the basis of our existence, offering us endless opportunities for existential acrobatics.
For, you see, meaning is not an essential element in the grand cosmic gumbo; it’s but an optional seasoning, a sprinkle of pixie dust in an already mystifying mixture. Yet, how delicious is the act of imbuing existence with meaning, like flinging imagined poo in a burst of jubilant spontaneity!
We relish the interplay, the clash and clang of divinity and definition, like two celestial cymbals in an eternal symphony. And so, Devi and Defi, in their intricate dance, continue to manifest the cosmic performance that we all partake in, for the sheer, unadulterated, fantastical joy of being.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We explore the conceptual dance between Devi and Defi, the divine and the defiled. Through this yin-yang interplay, we find a jubilant tapestry of experiences and meanings that enrich our existence, even if they are not necessary.
Glossarium
- Cosmic pas de deux: A heavenly dance, much like a ballet, involving two contrasting but complementary cosmic entities.
- Inkwell of constriction: The limitations inherent in using language to define or describe something.
- Celestial cymbals: Symbolic representation of contrasting elements coming together to create something harmonious.
- Existential acrobatics: The mental and spiritual gymnastics one undergoes in trying to navigate the complexities of existence.
- Cosmic gumbo: A deliciously complex stew of existential ingredients, each contributing to the overall experience of being.
“Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon the absolute truth.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
How do you find the interplay between the defined and the divine? Do you delight in the duality or seek unity in their dance?
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