Everything moves.
The sky moves.
The earth moves.
My molecules move.
My mind moves.
It is IMPOSSIBLE
for me to be stuck.
Time and space
do not allow it.
To be stuck is
to deny what I am.
Which is always moving.
Trail Wood,
9/19
In a cosmos of ceaseless circulations and interminable whirligigs, the notion of stagnation becomes a cosmic oxymoron—a starry-eyed jest that even the stoic cosmos chortles at. For lo, every atom is a dancing celestial body, every quark a spinning disco ball in the vast ballroom of existence. Movement is not just a law; it is the very scriptum of reality, etched onto the parchment of the universe in ink made from dynamic energies.
The sky is not a painting but a flowing tapestry—a grand kaleidoscapescape that rearranges its constellations and cloud-forms with each pass of Earth’s twirl. The terra beneath our toes, far from being a motionless slab, gyrates in celestial circles, waltzing with the Moon and pirouetting around the Sun. Even within us, molecular cha-cha-chas and synaptic tangos transpire, ceaselessly animating the flesh-and-thought suits we adorn.
Stuckness, then, becomes an imaginarium’s fallacy—a mere illusion woven from the strings of misperceived time and skewed perspectives. To say one is stuck is to misread the scriptum, to overlook the symphonic overtures of ever-flowing energies that animate our corporeal and incorporeal selves. It is akin to standing on a perpetually moving conveyor belt and insisting we’ve come to a standstill because the scenery seems monotonous.
If one musters the lens to witness the grandiose pulsations and micro-vibrations that paint the cosmic canvas, stuckness unspools, unravels, and metamorphosizes into potentiality—a kinetic invitation to partake in the wondrous ballet of existence. The space-time that we inhabit becomes not a cage, but a boundless stage for our expressive somersaults and pirouettes in the great cosmic dance.
To be truly stuck would be to defy the nature of the universe, to halt the celestial orchestra mid-note. But alas, the cosmic maestro never rests, and so neither do we, in our endless configurations and reconfigurations, in the ceaseless choreography of our ever-moving existences.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary: In a universe characterized by perpetual movement—ranging from celestial bodies to molecular structures—the notion of ‘being stuck’ is nothing more than a fallacy of perception. Recognizing the inherent dynamism of existence offers a profound shift in perspective, transforming feelings of stagnation into endless opportunities for growth and transformation.
Glossarium:
- Cosmic oxymoron: A contradiction so vast it spans the universe.
- Starry-eyed jest: A joke that even the cosmic entities would find amusing.
- Scriptum: The unwritten but inherent laws or codes that govern reality.
- Kaleidoscapescape: An ever-changing, multidimensional landscape.
- Imaginarium’s fallacy: A misconception birthed from the limitations of human imagination.
- Symphonic overtures: Initial, foundational movements in a grand cosmic performance.
- Grandiose pulsations: Monumental rhythms or patterns that dictate the flow of existence.
- Micro-vibrations: Tiny oscillations or motions that contribute to the overall dynamism of being.
- Corporeal and incorporeal selves: Our physical and non-physical aspects, both subject to constant change.
- Kinetic invitation: An active call to engage with the energies and possibilities that come from understanding the constant motion of the universe.
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