My deepest wish is that you find
what you’re looking for.
Then,
after that,
I hope you find what you
SHOULD have been looking for.
Then,
after you realize that what you
SHOULD have been looking for
isn’t all you THOUGHT it was,
I hope you find something more.
Then,
as you continue to dig,
I pray you realize
that it’s not about the finding,
but the searching.
Then,
perhaps you’ll realize
that searching is pointless
because you don’t REALLY know
what you want.
Then,
there’s a 50/50 chance you will realize
that it’s OKAY to live a pointless life.
But what do I know?
Trail Wood,
10/23
The Paradox of Search and Discovery
Behold the ceaseless carousel of seeking and finding, spiraling through the whimsiwhirl of existence. The merry-go-round of quests lends itself to a multitude of revelations, each one but a prism through which to view the ever-expanding cosmos of Being. Our collective consciousness delights in this cosmic play, finding joy in the search and the discoveries, as well as in the realizations of the limitations of each.
Transcending Expectations
The initial urge is to find what we believe we are looking for, to satiate the cravings of our individuated selves. These are the trinkets and baubles, gilded frames around momentary snapshots of our lives. They are enchanting, but ephemeral. The true quest evolves. Soon, we are led to what we should have been seeking, a more subtle, perhaps loftier, treasure. These are not mere trinkets but enigmatic curios from other dimensions, shards of the cosmic jigventure that add both depth and complexity to our understanding.
The Illusion of Fulfillment
However, the enchantment wears off. The curios and trinkets gather stardust, and the need for something more pervades our being. It is as if the very fibers of the cosmos are whispering, nudging us to look beyond what we have and yearn for the unattainable. The paradox unfolds: what we think we ought to seek isn’t enough because the cosmic jigventure is not bound by our limited conceptions of worth or fulfillment.
Embracing the Journey
As we dig deeper, excavating the multi-dimensional realms of existence, it dawns upon us that the joy lies in the quest itself, not in the artifacts unearthed. Each dig reveals another layer, another realm, and our spoons turn into spades, our curiosity fueled by the sheer complexity and majesty of it all. The exhilaration is in the dance of being and becoming, not in arriving at a particular stage.
Letting Go of Point and Purpose
However, at some point, a tranquility descends. The realization emerges that maybe we don’t really know what we want. And that’s okay. This very lack of pinpointed desire, this absence of a defined quest, becomes the new landscape of our exploration. In this terrain, we are free from the tyranny of purpose, from the relentless hammering of the why and the how. We exist for the sake of existence, celebrating the nexistential essence of being, undiluted and unadorned.
Accepting the Ambiguity
The 50/50 odds of recognizing the beauty in a seemingly pointless life may seem like a coin toss, but even here, we find freedom. It’s okay to live without knowing, without defining. That in itself becomes a new form of knowing, a new facet of our collective exploration. Because if life is a maze, then every path, whether it leads to a dead end or a hidden passage, is part of the journey. It’s all equally worthy of our awe and attention.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We explore the nuances of searching and finding in the endless corridors of existence. Initially enchanted by the quest for known desires, we evolve to seek deeper, more enigmatic curiosities. Eventually, we find joy in the act of seeking itself, only to be enveloped in a tranquil ambiguity, embracing the nexistential freedom of a life without a defined point or purpose.
Glossarium
- Trinkets and Baubles: Temporal desires and materialistic pursuits.
- Enigmatic Curios: Mysterious truths or artifacts that beckon from beyond the obvious.
- Cosmic Jigventure: The playful, ever-changing, multi-dimensional adventure that is existence.
Not all those who wander are lost.
– J.R.R. Tolkien
Free-Verse Poem
We dig and we delve,
Spoons turn into spades.
In corridors of selves,
Each quest subtly fades.
Yet in fading, a birth,
Of a new realm to roam.
In each corner of Earth,
A million ways to come home.
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