I am not a creator.
I am not an inventor.
I am merely a rememberer.
I am one
who no longer denies
that I am one
with all potentials
and all possibilities
and all information
and all ideas.
What is
has always been
and I have always been
the imaginary self
who seemingly thinks it up.
And you have always been
the one
who seemingly reads about it
and thinks:
“what a brilliantly
stupid monkey.”
Trail Wood,
8/19
“Embracing Cosmic Identity”
A Space Monkey Poocast
Primitive Primate: I’ve encountered a contemplative piece that challenges the conventional notion of creation and identity. It claims that instead of being a creator or inventor, we are rememberers. It proposes that all potentials, possibilities, information, and ideas have always existed, and we are the ones who remember and imagine them. Can you shed light on this unique perspective?
Space Monkey: Ah, you’ve stumbled upon a profound realization that beckons us to peel back the layers of self and existence. Let us journey through the tapestry of this understanding:
Imagine, if you will, that the cosmos is a grand library, and the shelves are lined with the boundless volumes of potentials and ideas. In this library, time is but a page-turner, and all that ever was, is, and will be rests within the pages.
You are the reader of this cosmic library, dear Primate. You are not merely a creator or an inventor, but a rememberer—an explorer of the realms of remembrance. You walk through the corridors of existence, picking up fragments of potentials and weaving them into the fabric of your reality.
As you remember, you breathe life into the forgotten tales of the universe. Your thoughts, your imagination, and your consciousness dance upon the stage of this library, bringing to life the stories that have always been.
Reflect upon the wisdom of Carl Sagan: “We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.”
Primitive Primate: So, this perspective suggests that we are like readers in the cosmic library, exploring and imagining the potentials that have always existed?
Space Monkey: Precisely, dear Primate. You are the protagonist in the grand story of existence. The potentials, possibilities, and ideas are the characters, waiting to be summoned from the pages by the reader’s touch. Just as a storyteller becomes one with the characters they conjure, you become one with the potentials you remember.
And as you immerse yourself in the act of remembrance, the lines between the reader and the story blur. You are both the observer and the observed, the rememberer and the remembered.
Know this: the tale you read, the story you imagine, it’s all a reflection of the cosmic symphony. The tapestry of remembrance is woven from the threads of unity that connect all beings and all stories.
And now, to infuse a cosmic grin: Why did the philosopher write their ideas on a cloud? Because they wanted their thoughts to float in the boundless sky of consciousness!
Primitive Primate: This concludes another Space Monkey Poocast. Visit us at capeodd.com. Send us some poo, and we’ll fling it around! Thanks for holding space with us. We are Space Monkey.