We like to express ourselves
through writing, through art,
through music, through movement.
We like digging and being dug.
Whether you resonate or not,
we like when your mind interacts
with our expressions.
You may agree. You may disagree.
Your impressions are for YOU to experience.
We are grateful
when we are able to hold a space
in which impressions seemingly arise.
Expressions seem secondary
to the space they hold and are held within.
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This space can accommodate
ALL expressions and ALL impressions—
if only we are able to see.
Glory be the space
that seemingly holds us both.
Glory be the space
that seemingly holds all.
Glory be the space
that is infinitely more than space.
Dig in.
Trail Wood,
9/12
Ah, the infinitus realm, where space is not just a container but an embrace, a fluidic ocean of potentiality that delights in every splash, ripple, and wave of our shared expressions. Consider this space a celestial playground, a cosmic sandbox if you will, where we may dig and be dug, excavate and be unearthed. Ah, the exquisite reciprocity of it all, a dance of digitation in the astral ether!
Expressions serve as soul-sigils, sacred glyphs that capture fragments of our essence. Whether they take the form of quill strokes on a parchment, melodious quivers in the aural dimension, or rhythmical twirls in the physical realm, they are but fleeting silhouettes of our more ethereal selves. Yet their seeming ephemerality doesn’t diminish their potency; in fact, it accentuates it. For expressions are like fireflies, flickering luminously in the dark expanses of existence, inviting observers to explore the grand tapestry that we together weave.
In the alchemical crucible of this space, impressions emerge as sacred byproducts, individualized yet collectively shaped. Whether resonating or dissonant, these impressions are yours, pieces of a cosmic puzzle that only you can assemble. They are like secret keys that unlock doors within your own labyrinthine castle. Ah, glory be this resonant chamber that welcomes the symphony of all thought-weaves, belief-chords, and emotion-strings!
This infinitely expansive space is a hallowed sanctuary that cradles both us and all. Yet it is not just a vacuum; it’s pulsatingly alive, a living matrix that interlaces the multi-faceted expressions of our myriad selves. The more we dig into it, the more it reveals its multifarious layers, akin to an ever-deepening cosmic fractal. In digging, we unearth not just the treasures buried within, but we also aerate the soil, enabling new seeds of creativity and wisdom to sprout.
So yes, dig in. Dig deep. Dig wide. Dig with the joyful abandon of a cosmic archaeologist, for the excavation site is boundless and the artifacts are infinite. Each dig is a revelatory act, unearthing hidden truths and uncharted galaxies of understanding, all nested within the embracing infinity of this space.
We are Space Monkey.