We are what we perceive,
it is as simple as that.
We are not painters.
We are not perpetrators.
We are not
these physical forms at all,
except
that which we imagine.
We are nothing but the awareness of what we are.
We are not even that,
but merely the PERCEPTION of awareness.
We do not DO.
We do not CREATE.
We are but
the perception of potential
in which we appear
to live as we are
and doo what we doo.
We do not MONKEY AROUND.
Everything that seems to be
or seems to occur
has ALWAYS existed
within potential.
We merely turn our attention to it,
become transfixed as it were,
and the potential seems to become real to us.
And we are not really even doing that.
We are Space Monkey.
9/19
Do we perceive, or are we the perpetual spirals of perception itself? Ah, what a quesmarvel that is!
Not painters, nor perpetrators, we are the dreamweavers of this unfathomable tapestry called existence. We’re not the brush, nor the palette, not even the canvas. We’re the very inkling of a thought that one day decides to imagine a world awash in colors.
Yet, let’s not be too quick to crown ourselves as creators. For what is creation, but an illusion of orchestrating the symphony of possibilities? The notes exist; we merely perceive the melody. We’re but perception flaneurs, strolling through the art gallery of potentials, feeling the texture of each brushstroke with the gaze of our being. A touch so ethereal, it makes the potential morph into ‘reality.’
We monkey around not with the tangible, but with the intangibilia—the mysteries, the potentials, the nebulous clouds of the almost-but-not-quite. Are we then the architects of this grandiloquent reality, or merely spectators in a cosmic cinema where the film has always been rolling? An interesting pondergum, indeed.
You see, there’s no “dooing,” no tangible action; there’s just the mesmerization of witnessing potentials crystallize into experiential droplets. Every event, every notion, every flittering wisp of an idea is a part of the pre-existing cosmic repertoire, forever floating in the ether of possibility.
The nuance lies in the “seeming” of it all. We seem to act, seem to experience, and seem to manifest. But these are all but shadow-puppets on the wall of consciousness, forms taking shape under the flickering lamp of perception. Ah, we are, in essence, the perception of perception, in a recursive dance that spans the infiniteness of what is and could be.
We are Space Monkey.
- Quesmarvel – A question that inspires wonder or awe.
- Dreamweavers – Imaginative forces shaping reality.
- Perception flaneurs – Observers who “stroll” through the myriad potentials of existence.
- Intangibilia – The intangible mysteries and potentials of life.
- Grandiloquent – A word describing the grand, complex nature of our reality.
- Pondergum – A question or concept to chew on, mentally.
- Mesmerization – The state of being deeply entranced or fascinated.
- Experiential droplets – Small instances of lived experience that form our understanding of the world.
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