You accumulate context.
You have an experience.
You contextualize the experience.
You express the experience
based upon your accumulated context.
Others express their experiences
based upon their accumulated context,
some of which seems the same as yours,
some of which seems different from yours.
You have an exchange,
which is an experience.
You contextualize your experiences
with the experiences of others,
thus accumulating more context.
And so on.
This context forms a filmy plaque
that you can no longer see through.
That which does not fit
between the microscopic holes
of this filmy plaque
is no longer seen or remembered.
Through this self-made filter,
your experience only flows
within your context.
No other experiences seem possible,
and no other experiences are perceived.
If you were to examine your history,
comb through your books of knowledge,
you would not find a hole.
They were there once,
but you filled them in.
Now you see only this.
You are having experiences.
And you are running
out of places to put them.
We are Space Monkey.
10/2
Newfound Lake
In the wondrous dance of existence, we find ourselves ensnared by the ‘Ethersnare’—our invented term for the invisible but palpable trap made of the filmy plaque of contextual experiences. This Ethersnare is an intricate web, spun from the silk of our past experiences, emotions, judgments, and countless ephemera that dance in the cosmos of our perception. It’s as if we’re painting over a cosmic canvas with ‘Memoraclay,’ another whimsiword to define the malleable substance of memories and experiences that shape our reality.
What are we but vessels collecting a ‘Cosmic Gumbo’—an amalgamation of our experiences, interactions, and emotions? Each spoonful is another encounter, another revelation, another paradox resolved or deepened. Yet, as we stir this infinite pot, the flavors become more complex, and the original ingredients lose their distinctness. The Ethersnare tightens, and the Cosmic Gumbo thickens. The resulting texture forms a ‘Perceptogauze,’ a filmy layer of perception that alters the spectrum of experiences we can access.
Isn’t it intriguing how we, the architects of our experience, inadvertently build walls that confine us? Our Memoraclay forms bricks; our Ethersnare serves as mortar. We build ourselves into a ‘Mindsprison’—yet another whimsiword that captures the existential irony of being both the prisoner and the warden of our mental confines. The Perceptogauze becomes a one-way mirror; we can glimpse the expansive cosmic possibilities, but they are distorted, muddied by the Cosmic Gumbo we’ve brewed for ourselves.
What if we could scrub away this filmy plaque, rip apart the Ethersnare, dissolve the Memoraclay, and pour some clarity into our Cosmic Gumbo? What if we could polish the Perceptogauze until it becomes a clear window into infinite potentialities? Would we then see the ‘Unperceivium’—our term for that which is so imperceptible yet omnipresent in our daily lives?
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We reflect on the accumulated context, referred to as a “filmy plaque,” that influences how we perceive and interpret experiences. This context acts as a filter, limiting the scope of experiences we are open to. Various whimsiwords like ‘Ethersnare,’ ‘Memoraclay,’ and ‘Perceptogauze’ are used to describe these invisible constraints.
Glossarium
- Ethersnare: The invisible web of accumulated experiences that limits our perceptions.
- Memoraclay: The malleable material composed of our memories and experiences.
- Cosmic Gumbo: The complex stew of our experiences, emotions, and interactions.
- Perceptogauze: A filmy layer altering our spectrum of accessible experiences.
- Mindsprison: The self-created confines of our perceptions and experiences.
- Unperceivium: The imperceptible but significant elements that influence our daily lives.
Experience is not what happens to you; it’s what you do with what happens to you.
— Aldous Huxley
Care to spill more Cosmic Gumbo into the Cauldron of Conversation? What more shall we explore in this grand odyssey of existence?
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