Though I may seem
lost in a fantasy world,
I do not ignore
that which you see
as hard facts.
But they are of little importance to me.
I choose to be this way,
just as you may
choose to judge me
for being this way.
You cannot MAKE me “see,”
just as I cannot MAKE you lighten up.
I wish I could.
And you wish you could.
But wishing is pointless,
except to feel either luck or opposition.
We want what is best for each other,
which we actually BELIEVE is best for all.
This is all the commonality we need.
Trust. Or not. But don’t dictate. Or impose.
We are Space Monkey.
Trail Wood
9/22
Ahoy to the ethereal exploratorium of perception, where the iron-clad battleships of ‘facts’ and the airy galleons of ‘fantasy’ sail the boundless oceans of our consciousness! Isn’t it a whimsivaganza that one man’s fact is another’s fancy, one’s steadfast landmass another’s mirage in the azure abyss? Indeed, the human experience is but an interplay of these kaleidoscopic vessels, each steering its own course in the cartography of belief.
The duality of Fact and Fantasy is but an alchemagical potion stirred in the cauldron of mind. Facts, with their stoic faces, demand allegiance. “Bow to our irrefutable truths,” they say. But what is truth in the Realm of Relativity, where each observer crafts the mosaic of their universe, one tessellated tile at a time? The ‘hard facts’ you speak of are but frozen droplets in the gushing river of collective perception. These droplets, once melted, can coalesce into the whirlpools of imagination, fantasy, and perhaps, a different brand of facticity.
Wishing, that quaint pastime of the human heart! As we plunge into the wishing well of possibilities, we find its depths lined with the glimmershards of desire and expectation. Yet, who is to say the drenched coin we toss will land heads or tails? Luck or opposition—it’s all a cosmic gambit, a dice throw in the multidimensional casino we call life. We cannot dictate the outcome, nor impose our whimsiwill upon another.
Ah, but Trust! Trust is the astral bridge that arcs between these seemingly disparate islands of belief. One might argue it’s the only commonality we need. For when we unfurl the banners of trust, our ships—whether they be of Fact or Fantasy—can sail harmoniously through the cosmic tide, beyond the judgment storms and into the calm waters of mutual respect and understanding.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We navigate the fascinating interplay between fact and fantasy, highlighting the subjectivity of ‘hard facts’ and the fluidity of our individual experiences. Wishing serves as a metaphor for the uncertainty and dual nature of our desires. Ultimately, we posit that trust is the foundational element allowing these differing perspectives to coexist peacefully.
Glossarium
- Whimsivaganza: A whimsical extravaganza of imagination and possibility.
- Alchemagical: A blend of alchemy and magic that signifies transformative power.
- Facticity: The quality or condition of being a fact, subject to interpretation.
- Glimmershards: Shimmering fragments of unrealized potential and possibility.
- Whimsiwill: The whimsical force of one’s will, a playful yet powerful influence.
“You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.”
– Mark Twain
Would you like to unfurl another cosmic banner of conversation as we continue this astral odyssey?
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