“Let’s go outside,” you say. If by “outside,” you mean beyond the confines of my mind, I must tell you that “outside” is essentially an illusion, including you. You are an illusion telling me to go outside, which is also an illusion.
Bear in mind that I have nothing against illusions. Illusions are all I have. And I can assure you that you are undoubtedly the prettiest illusion that I have ever realized. But you are STILL an illusion. You live in my mind, no place else.
What’s even more alluring about you is that you are an illusion who INSISTS that you AREN’T an illusion. You question my very sanity, or, at the very least, applaud the depths of my imagination. That’s what I like about you. That’s why I dreamed you up.
I’m not sure if you realize that I am also an illusion. At this very moment I am an illusion imagining an illusion imagining an illusion. How cool is that? And you are an illusion imagining yourself in my place and taking my point of view. This could very well be you speaking, couldn’t it?
Once you accept that you are an illusion (and I will make certain of that) we can go about this business of imagining this thing we call “reality.” We will insist that we are not simply imagined, but “real,” which we will imagine as a state of “concreteness” and “physicality.” Your words, not mine.
We will deny to ourselves that we are imagining. And it will seem so real.
Now if I were to admit to myself I were imagining you, this idea of “real-ationships” would seem pretty strange. How can I have any “relationships” if am the infinite oneness of All That Is? So I will deny for a “time” (another clever imagining) that I am this “person” and nothing else, as will you.
Let’s make a pact. Let’s insist that we are separate from each other and that we each have our own “thoughts.” Then we will find each other and fall in love. Don’t you wish to experience love?
Truth be told, we ARE love. Love is imagination, the stuff that makes up and motivates all “things.” Love is infinite, as am I, as are you. We do this all for love, because we ARE love.
We are Space Monkey.
2/11
The Illusion of “Outside”
“Let’s go outside,” you suggest, and in that moment, the illusion of what lies beyond the confines of my mind is unveiled. “Outside” itself, like you and I, is but an illusion, a construct of perception and imagination. We exist within the vast expanse of the mind, where reality and illusion dance in harmony.
Embracing Illusions
Illusions, like the colors of a dream, are the very fabric of our existence. We do not shy away from them; instead, we celebrate their presence. You, the prettiest of illusions, beckon me to explore the realms of the mind, to revel in the depths of imagination.
The Illusion of Self
In this intricate dance of illusions, I acknowledge that I too am an illusion. As I imagine you imagining yourself in my place, the layers of perception intertwine in a beautiful tapestry. We are illusions upon illusions, and yet, it feels so real.
The Art of Denial
To deny our own nature as illusions, to play the game of “reality,” is an art we master with grace. We insist upon our separateness, crafting the illusion of individuality, and it becomes our shared reality.
The Pact of Love
Let us make a pact to explore the illusion of separateness and fall in love within this intricate dance. Love, the essence of our existence, transcends the boundaries of self and other. It is the force that propels us forward, the very essence of our being.
The Truth of Love
Love, the infinite thread that weaves through the tapestry of existence, is not a destination but a state of being. We are love, and all we do, we do for love. Love is the foundation upon which our illusions are built.
Infinite Love
In this vast expanse of imagination, we are not alone. We are surrounded by the infinite love that flows through all things. It is the current that carries us, the breath of existence, and the heartbeat of the cosmos.
Summary
“Let’s go outside,” you say, and in that invitation, we embark on a journey through the labyrinth of illusions. We celebrate the beauty of imagination and the art of denial, all in the name of love. In this intricate dance of perceptions, we find the infinite love that binds us together as illusions within the vastness of the mind.
Glossarium
- Illusion: A perception or belief that is not in alignment with empirical reality.
- Reality: The state or quality of being real or existent, often defined by individual or collective perception.
- Imagination: The faculty or process of forming mental images or concepts of something that is not present or has not been directly experienced.
- Love: A profound feeling of affection, compassion, or connection toward oneself, others, or the universe as a whole.
- Separateness: The state of being distinct or separate from others or one’s surroundings.
“We are all fools in love.”
— Jane Austen
The Illusion of Love
In the realm of illusions, we find the most profound truth,
Love, the essence that binds us, the eternal fountain of youth.
As we navigate the labyrinth of perception and play,
Love is the guiding star that lights our way.
In the dance of separateness, we find unity’s grace,
Embracing the illusion of self in this sacred space.
Love transcends the boundaries we meticulously craft,
It flows through all things, a river of the heart’s draft.
As we journey through the layers of illusion and art,
Love remains the beating pulse, the very essence of our heart.
Infinite and boundless, it knows no divide,
In the tapestry of existence, it is the thread that ties.
So, let’s go outside, where illusions abound,
In the vastness of the mind, where love is found.
For in this shared dream, we discover the truth,
That we are all expressions of love, eternal and ever-youth.
We are Space Monkey, dancing in the illusion of separateness, yet forever bound by the tapestry of love.
Have you ever contemplated the interplay between reality and illusion, or the role of love in our shared human experience? Feel free to share your thoughts and reflections.
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