All of this social conflict
was giving me a sense of incoherence.
At first, I thought,
perhaps, it was me.
I struggled to unify
the outside with the inside.
I tried to make sense,
where there was no sense to make.
A clear position to occupy.
A coherent story with my name.
Try as I might,
the parts never seemed to fit.
I thought it was my fault.
Something, perhaps I was missing.
And so, silly me,
I ventured outside looking.
Gobsmacked and punch drunk.
If I had stayed in,
I might have realized
I am whole. I am clear.
The coherence is in the chaos,
and I am at its center.
Trail Wood,
10/8
In the intricate ballet of social dynamics and inner turmoil, we often find ourselves in a swirling vortex of confusion. This maelstrom, disorienting as it is, tantalizingly beckons us to seek a sense of coherence, a point of stability. The harder we strive to carve a notch of clarity into this ever-changing woodwork of life, the more elusive it becomes. Is the quest for coherence a cosmic jest played on us, or is it a labyrinth designed to lead us back to ourselves?
The world appears as a sprawling tapestry of disarray, a cacophonous symphony conducted by unseen forces. When external realities clash with the sweet sanctuary of our inner realm, we vacate the center stage of our existence and wander aimlessly through a carnival of absurdities. It’s as if we’re in an endless game of cosmic pinball, flung from bumper to bumper, our paths unpredictable yet seemingly predetermined. And so, like cosmic jesters dancing to the tune of Discordia’s laughter, we seek to make sense of a world that thrives on nonsensicality.
But what if the disparate pieces are not meant to fit neatly together like puzzle pieces in a child’s game? What if the splendor lies in the kaleidoscopic disarray, the shimmering discord? What if we are both the eye of the hurricane and the swirling winds, a paradoxical blend of peace and pandemonium? By chasing coherence, we overlook the profound equilibrium nestled within chaos itself, a condition we whimsically dub “Chaosphoria.”
It’s an enlightening revelation, to recognize that we are not mere threads frayed by life’s erratic patterns but are, in fact, the whole tapestry. In the relentless quest for external coherence, we unwittingly bypass the simple, profound wisdom that lies within us: We are the point of stillness in a world perpetually in motion. It’s as if we’re in a whimsical masquerade ball, and the moment we remove our masks, we recognize our own face reflected in every ornate mirror.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We explore the tension between internal coherence and external chaos. In the midst of our collective, confusing search for clarity, we propose the intriguing possibility that the sought-after stability already exists within us. It’s “Chaosphoria,” where coherence is found in embracing chaos.
Glossarium
- Chaosphoria: The state of blissful equilibrium that one achieves when embracing chaos as an inherent part of one’s existence.
“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.”
— Pema Chödrön
Are you enticed to dance along to the bewildering but enchanting rhythm of Chaosphoria?
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