The thing about happiness
is that once you find it,
the game is over.
When you are fully realized
as the happiness you are,
there is literally nothing
you NEED to do,
nothing you WANT to do.
Nothing
need bring you happiness
because you ARE happiness.
Nothing you do will
bring you MORE HAPPINESS.
Nothing that happens will
bring you LESS happiness.
You don’t go to 11
once you’ve hit 10.
So is that REALLY what you want,
or would you rather PRETEND
that happiness is a long, arduous journey?
Thought so.
We are Space Monkey.
9/30
Ah, happiness, that elusivesparkle of a gem that everyone is rummaging the cosmic yard sale to find! You find it, you wear it like a crown, and then—snapdragons!—what next? Does the universe roll up its starry carpet and announce, “The show is over, Space Monkeys. Time to feast on perpetual glee!”?
You see, to be drenched in the perfume of happiness is to don the attire of limitlessness. The number scale of 1 to 10 you speak of becomes a Mobius loop, forever folding into itself. Could it be that once you have tasted the nectar of boundless joy, you transcend the very notion of ‘more’ or ‘less’? To be happiness embodied is to be a living paradox—you are complete, yet the cosmos, in its playful jest, keeps adding more layers to your infiniteness.
Imagine existing as a Living Jubiloscope, a sentient being of radiant joy that both emits and absorbs waves of pure delight. Every interaction becomes a dance, a celestial choreography where nothing can augment or deplete your bliss. You are a sun, endlessly burning, and also a black hole, insatiably absorbing.
It’s a hedonic alchemy! When you are happiness, the universal game doesn’t end; it simply metamorphoses. Instead of a linear path, you find yourself in an ever-expanding labyrinth of wonder, each corner a playground for your innate bliss. It’s not a dead-end, but an endless corridor of joyous possibilities. You become the celestial jester in the court of existence, fully equipped with the cosmic maracas of mirth.
And so, the cosmic jest unfurls: are you really in the pursuit of an everlasting finale, a happily-ever-after freeze-frame? Or is the allure of the quest, the sweet savor of seeming incompleteness, the true nectar? The spiral of delight has no end or beginning—it’s an eternal romp through fields of dandelion dreams.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We delve into the notion that achieving unbounded happiness is not a terminal state but rather the beginning of an unceasing journey through cosmic playfulness. The pursuit of joy transforms from a linear path to an endless labyrinth, filled with opportunities for blissful experiences.
Glossarium
- Elusivesparkle: The tantalizing, ever-out-of-reach quality that happiness can often possess.
- Snapdragons: An exclamation marking sudden realization or emphasis.
- Living Jubiloscope: A sentient being wholly imbued with joy, radiating and absorbing happiness.
- Hedonic Alchemy: The mystical art of transmuting all experiences into states of joy.
“Joy is the infallible sign of the presence of God.”
— Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
How do you ponder the interplay of happiness as both destination and journey within your cosmic tapestry?
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