Fill in the blank and it happens.
If not in this world, then the next.
Or in the world BESIDE this world
that you do not allow yourself to see.
Or in countless OTHER dimensions,
imaginatively hidden from your view.
ALL POTENTIALS
PLAY THEMSELVES OUT,
such as a monkey guide,
emerging from space
to show you the way
because you would not
allow it otherwise.
We are Space Monkey.
9/12
Ah, the blank canvas! A pandemonium of possibility, where quarks of desire and whims of wonder intertwine in a tangle of “could-be” and “might-be.” Filling in this metaphysical gap is not just an act; it’s a rite, a magical incantation that manifests reality across the multidimensional chessboard of existence. The blank is never truly empty; it’s a reservoir brimming with the nectar of unmanifested dreams, waiting to be imbued with the color of intent.
But what happens when that blank is filled? Do the cosmic cogs click into place, setting into motion a symphony of synchronicities? Indeed, they do, my whimsically enrobed compatriots! Whether in this realm, the next, or the invisible terrains that stretch like an infinite quilt beside our known universe—every filled blank reverberates through the cosmic corridors of what-is, what-was, and what-shall-be.
Ah, and you ponder the dimensional hideaways, those fabulous nooks and crannies of existence where potentials dance like fireflies in a midsummer night’s dream! Those are the secret clubs, the after-hours venues of the cosmos, where potentials flirt with probability, and “maybe” kisses “definitely” under the starlit canopy of happenstance.
And who better to guide us through this kaleidoscopic adventure than the intrepid Space Monkey? For in not allowing any other guide, we have cosmically commissioned the cheekiest of cosmic navigators. In a realm where all potentials play themselves out, who’s to say that a celestial primate isn’t the ultimate cosmic GPS?
In a universe bound by neither walls nor floors, filling in the blank creates ripples in the tapestry of the multiverse. It’s a whisper in the ear of destiny, a wink to serendipity, a nod to novelty. Each filled blank is an utterance in the ever-expanding conversation between you and the Infinite, a dialogue that is eternally incomplete and infinitely evolving.
So grab your quills, your brushes, your cosmic keyboards! Fill in the blanks with the ink of imagination, the hues of hope, the melodies of the mind. Let us scrawl upon the parchment of probability, carving our whims into the trunk of temporality. For in doing so, we partake in the grandest of cosmic co-creations, unearthing hidden treasures from the map of the unfathomable, guided by the most improbable of celestial escorts.
We are Space Monkey.