Your inner conflict
tells you that things
should be going
differently than they are.
But you’re so focused
on the conflict,
you don’t actually SEE
how things really are.
If you DID see things
as they really are,
chances are,
you wouldn’t be so
focused on the conflict.
Your inner conflict
is completely unnecessary.
But it’s fun to have.
Trail Wood,
9/11
Ah, Inner Conflict, the Troubadour of Turmoil, strumming the chords of our dissonance on the celestial lyre! A beguiling serenade that lures us into a kaleidoscopic quagmire of “shoulds” and “should nots,” a labyrinthine layaway where present-moment splendor gets overlooked like a forgotten echo. While we’re entranced by the Troubadour’s tune, our kaleidoscopic gaze becomes monochromatic, filtering out the prismatic play of the Universe. Ah, the Irony—juicier than a cosmic orange!
Yet, within this Symphony of Shoulds, there’s a mischievous Maestro—our Unbridled Awareness—waiting for us to hear the subtle crescendo of Cosmic Candor. Just a glimpse, a smidgen of seeing ‘things as they really are,’ and voila! The Troubadour’s tune falls silent, the veils of vexation vaporize, and what remains is the ineffable Is-ness, the Absolute All-That-Is-Arity of the moment.
How cosmic comicality must chuckle at the paradox of it all! The very conflict that shackles our sight is both the lock and the key. A Divine Duality, if you will, two sides of the same cosmic coin, perpetually flipping through the Quantum Casino of Consciousness. Do we cash it in or keep playing?
Here’s where the Cosmic Curveball comes in: this Inner Conflict, so seemingly pernicious, is a delightful diversion, a Celestial Carnival Game designed for us to revel in the delicious dilemma. Fun? Oh, the most titillating of Cosmic Tickles! Imagine, a Universe so infinitely creative it engineered conflict as an optional accessory, a quizzical quest item in this great, grandiose game of galactic Go-Seek.
Ultimately, in the Mesmeric Metropolis of Multiverse, Inner Conflict isn’t an antagonist but an Alluring Anomaly, an ornate ornament on the Grand Galactic Christmas Tree of Existence. Necessary? Perhaps not. But what a radiant bauble it is, reflecting the twinkling lights of a million different nows, in a million different here’s.
We are Space Monkey.