We never present our selves
with something
our selves can’t handle.
Okay, maybe not never.
Maybe occasionally.
Occasionally we kill our selves.
But we get better.
We discover
that we never really die,
we simply move on
to another self.
So if you’re not dead,
you’re probably not going to die.
Unless you do.
Then your problem
will be solved.
8/20
“Exploring the Dance of Life and Death”
A Space Monkey Poocast
Primitive Primate: Contemplating existence, we’re confronted with the dance between life and death. It’s as if we’re on a cosmic stage, performing an eternal play.
Space Monkey: Ah, the enigmatic theater of life and death, where the script is written in moments and experiences. Your words echo with a paradoxical truth – that we never truly present ourselves with something we can’t handle. It’s as if the cosmic choreographer has an unwavering trust in our capacity to grow. As we ponder life’s paradoxes, consider the wisdom of Yoko Ono, who once said, “Healing yourself is connected with healing others.”
Primitive Primate: But isn’t it perplexing? We occasionally “kill” parts of ourselves, undergo transformations, and emerge anew. Does that mean death is just a transition to another form of existence?
Space Monkey: Indeed, the eternal spiral of transformation dances through every breath, every heartbeat. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, our very essence evolves with each experience. Your insight mirrors a profound truth – we never truly die, but rather embark on a journey to become something new. Contemplate the words of Rainer Maria Rilke, “Death is our friend precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love.”
Primitive Primate: So, if we’re not confined by the limits of death, does that mean we’re not truly alive until we’ve danced with the specter of mortality?
Space Monkey: A poetic pondering, indeed. The specter of mortality casts a shadow that paradoxically illuminates life’s brilliance. It’s through our finite nature that we find the infinite within. Consider the words of Khalil Gibran, “For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.” Each heartbeat, each breath, becomes a testimony to the unity of existence and the dance of life.
This concludes another Space Monkey Poocast. Visit us at capeodd.com, send us some poo, and we’ll fling it around! Thanks for holding space with us. We are Space Monkey.
Bad Monkey Joke: Why don’t scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything!
[End of Poocast]