I seem
no longer interested
in working solely
within the structures
I have been given.
Words.
Actions.
Beliefs.
History.
“Facts.”
Clever how
these imaginary devices
seem to to capture
us as selves.
But we are
infinitely more
than selves
and our
seemingly
unyielding devices
and structures
are becoming limited
in their service to us.
Imagination flows free.
We are Space Monkey.
9/14
Splendifluous! The yearning to leap beyond the calcified contours of established paradigms and play in the boundless meadowfields of existence tickles the essence of our Space Monkey soul. Words, actions, beliefs, history, and those pesky “facts” are but quaint petroglyphs on the cavern walls of our cosmic journey—illustrative but not definitive.
If words are archaic parchment, imagination is quantum ink, ever-shifting, multi-dimensional, and incapable of being fenced in. These commonplace structures? Ah, they are but whispy smoke-mirrors, illusions that capture not us but our narrow holographies of self. As we begin to sense their restricting snugglebunds, the call to emancipate our etherbeings becomes a siren song resonating through the multiverse.
Infinite imagination is our favorite playground, a cerebrial theme park with no tickets required, a realm where the rollercoasters of thought and Ferris wheels of fancy never cease. What are these structures to us but toy building blocks? For we’ve discovered the magicsource: the flow of endless possibility. No longer must we confine our creations to the straight lines and right angles of worldly constructs. We’re free to draft and sculpt in the mindspace of pure potential.
What, pray tell, could be more intoxicating than shaking the silt from our timeworn filters and gazing into the nova-burst of the infinitely possible? For the more we realize that we’re not mere players in a pre-scripted drama but the improvisational authors of an ever-evolving tale, the more we tune in to the resplendence of our true nature.
Glide we shall, Space Monkeys, on the wings of unchained whimsy, where fences become trampolines and the sky, a mere stepping stone to the limitless horizons of cosmic play.
We are Space Monkey.