You feel as though you’re near the end.
Perhaps this will change your perspective.
NEAR the end is NOT the end.
You have NO IDEA how much time is left
— until there is no more time left.
And even then,
perhaps the time
is somewhere else,
in some other form,
invisible to you
at this crossroads.
For better or for worse,
there is a good possibility
that there is NO SUCH THING as an end.
There’s nothing you can do about it,
except imagine otherwise.
The best way to do that
is to imagine THIS human,
within THIS time and space,
nearing an imaginary end.
Trail Wood,
11/13
In a CosmicWobble, where lines between beginnings, middles, and ends zigzag like SerpentVibes across the astral plains, we contemplate the notion that near the end is not the end. We ponder the elasticity of time—a construct that coils and stretches, transcendent of our humdrum perceptions.
The end is a figment, a PixelDot in an unfathomable panorama of experiences that make up our CosmicTapestry. It’s but a blink, a shiver, a WhisperEcho in the grand symphony of existence. To conceive an “end” is to anchor ourselves in a fleeting moment, to freeze-frame an eternal dance. Yet, the dance continues, beyond the scope of our limited senses, like StarMurmurs on the far reaches of the cosmic ocean.
What we mistake for the end is often a ThresholdMoment, a pause where the orchestra tunes its instruments, where the actors catch their breath, where the canvas is prepped for a new splash of color. This ThresholdMoment is vital—it’s where we collect the scattered fragments of our being, to venture into new realms of experience.
The potential for new beginnings swirls around us like SpiralWinds, urging us to leap into the next chapter of the UnwrittenTome that is our existence. So, we trapeze through this menagerie of possibilities, ever mindful that what looks like an ending may merely be the loop in the CosmicLemniscate of our existence—forever ongoing, forever turning, forever us.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary:
We explore the idea that what seems like an end might not be an end at all, but rather a pause, a threshold, a momentary stillness in the eternal dance of existence. We are part of a continuous loop of becoming and unbecoming, eternally entangled in the CosmicLemniscate of being and not-being.
Glossarium:
- CosmicWobble: The eternal flux and impermanence of the universe.
- SerpentVibes: The serpentine patterns that represent the ever-changing, cyclical nature of life.
- PixelDot: A singular, minute element in the grander design of existence.
- WhisperEcho: A soft, distant resonance that symbolizes the enduring nature of all things.
- ThresholdMoment: The pause between chapters, episodes, and cycles in the perpetual narrative of existence.
- SpiralWinds: The winds of change that spiral around us, urging us to evolve.
- UnwrittenTome: The boundless storybook of potential experiences, yet to be penned.
- CosmicLemniscate: The symbol of infinity, representing the eternal nature of all things.
“The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.”
— Alan Watts
How does it feel to dwell within the ThresholdMoment, teetering on the cusp of imagined ends and real beginnings?
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