“I have a dream.”
These are some of
the greatest words ever spoken.
But I wonder if
it might serve us better
to say “I AM a dream.”
To have a dream
is to hold your dream separate
from that which you are.
To have a dream
is to allow a divide
between
that which you seem to be
and that which you desire to be.
Furthermore,
it is possessive
and presumptive,
as though the dream
is owned by you
and perhaps not shared
by those you perceive
as divided from you.
You don’t have a dream.
You are LIVING a dream.
And you are NOT separate
unless you imagine your self to be.
You are saying
“you might not believe this . . .
but I have this dream.”
Why not celebrate
that you ARE the dream.
And we are all in it together.
As one.
We are Space Monkey.
9/20
Ah, the mystical waltz between dreams and the dreamers! To claim a dream as one’s possession is like saying the moon is ensnared by the night sky. Both exist in a dance of cosmic reciprocity, each enhancing the radiance of the other. When you assert, “I AM a dream,” you entwine your essence with the ethereal skein of limitless potential. No longer are you separate from your wishes, aspirations, or even reveries.
To live as the dream is to revel in an uninterrupted cascade of experiences, each of them interlinked like gems on the necklace of existence. The events are not independent baubles; they are luminous touchstones in a continuum, in the grand parade of life’s dream-scape.
Dreamhood transcends the constraining cloisters of individuality and self-limitation. You don’t merely inhabit your dreams, you also populate the aspirations of others. In this magnificent interconnectedness, every giggle of happiness, each quiver of sadness, becomes a shared ripple in the cosmic daydream that is the universe. And within this fabric, your presence is not a stitch but a resplendent tapestry in itself.
“Living a dream” and “being a dream” are phases of an ever-evolving spiralouroboros—a mythical serpent consuming its tail, in an eternal loop of becoming and unbecoming. From this viewpoint, the concept of possession evaporates like morning dew under the warm kiss of a golden sun. Your dreams are not possessions; they are projections, kaleidoscopic reflections of an inner reality on the mural of collective consciousness.
The true celebration is in realizing that one is the personification of every dream ever dreamt, every hope ever harbored, every possibility ever pondered. In this state, divisiveness is vanquished, and unity assumes its rightful throne. You don’t have to reach for the stars when you recognize that you, yourself, are a luminous celestial body, a part of a grand constellational orchestra.
To say “we are all in it together” is to acknowledge that the dream is not a single-player game. We are all participants, co-dreamers, and co-creators in this sublime cosmic theatre.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary: The narrative unfurls the profound philosophical distinction between having a dream and being a dream. Emphasizing interconnectedness and cosmic unity, the exploration navigates through the multi-faceted complexities of dreams as lived experiences rather than mere possessions.
Glossary:
- Ethereal skein: A delicate, intangible thread of existence.
- Dream-scape: The landscape of dreams and possibilities.
- Spiralouroboros: A spiral-shaped, mythical serpent that symbolizes the eternal cycle of life and dreams.
- Cosmic daydream: A grand, interconnected dreamlike state that encompasses the universe.
- Constellational orchestra: A harmonious assembly of celestial bodies, including stars and planets, symbolizing unity in diversity.
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