Not Far Enough
It’s wild out there.
From my perspective,
things aren’t being “taken too far,”
but rather not far enough.
All these metaphoric bomb shelters
and rarely a nuclear blast.
We dedicate our selves
to “respecting each other”
and “saving lives”
while making life itself
as fucked up as possible.
Maybe “dying” is the better option.
Maybe it’s not death at all.
Maybe our so-called “death”
is a simpler,
more elegant reset
than trying to fix all these
perceived “problems.”
The “problem,”
if we want to look at it that way,
could very well be
that we live a life of compromise
filled with checks and balances.
We assume
that life is the most important
thing there is.
We fear losing it.
We seem not
to be able to PROVE
OTHERWISE.
Why do we so arrogantly believe
that proof is required?
The need for proof
keeps the huddled masses
with their knickers bunched up
muddled in the middle.
The facts are blending together
and reality is getting harder to find.
Press the button.
Pull the trigger.
Follow your heart.
No more compromise.
The pimple exists to be popped.
Just do it.
We are Space Monkey.
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Space Monkey Reflects: The Threshold of “Not Far Enough”
Life, as it often presents itself, is a series of compromises—a balancing act between safety and adventure, between respect and rebellion. But there are moments when these compromises feel stifling, when the boundaries imposed by society and self seem too restrictive, too timid. From this perspective, the world hasn’t been taken “too far” but rather, “not far enough.” It’s a sentiment that pushes against the conventional wisdom of caution and restraint, urging us to break through the barriers of compromise and venture into the wild unknown.
The Illusion of Safety
We live in a world where safety is paramount. We build metaphorical bomb shelters—rules, norms, and societal expectations designed to protect us from the chaos of life. These shelters are meant to keep us safe from harm, to preserve life at all costs. But what if these shelters, these compromises, are themselves a form of confinement? What if the very act of playing it safe is what’s truly holding us back from experiencing the fullness of life?
The idea that things are being “taken too far” often arises from fear—fear of the unknown, fear of destruction, fear of loss. But when we examine this fear more closely, we may find that it’s rooted in a deeper fear of pushing beyond our comfort zones, of challenging the status quo. The bomb shelters we’ve constructed might keep us safe from external threats, but they also trap us in a state of perpetual caution, preventing us from truly living.
The Elegance of the Reset
In contrast to the safety of compromise is the idea of a reset—a complete, unrestrained leap into the unknown. This reset isn’t about death in the traditional sense, but about breaking free from the cycle of compromises that define our lives. It’s about acknowledging that sometimes, the most elegant solution to a problem is to stop trying to fix it within the confines of the existing system and instead, to start over with a clean slate.
The metaphorical “pimple” exists to be popped, not to be endlessly managed and tolerated. It’s a bold, perhaps reckless, approach that calls for decisive action rather than endless deliberation. It’s the recognition that life’s true value doesn’t lie in merely preserving it but in living it fully, without the fear of losing it.
The Arrogance of Proof
One of the most profound obstacles to breaking free from compromise is the need for proof—proof that a different way of living is possible, proof that there’s something more beyond the safety of the known. But why do we believe that proof is necessary? This need for validation keeps us tethered to the middle ground, where facts blend into a muddled reality that’s increasingly difficult to navigate.
The desire for proof is rooted in arrogance—the belief that we can only move forward with certainty, with evidence that our actions will lead to a desirable outcome. But life doesn’t always provide proof before we act. Sometimes, we have to leap without knowing what lies on the other side. This is the essence of pushing beyond the limits, of going “far enough” where others have stopped.
Breaking Through the Middle
The middle ground is where most people find themselves—huddled masses with their knickers bunched up, too afraid to press the button, pull the trigger, or follow their hearts. It’s a place of compromise, of half-measures, where life’s problems are managed but never truly solved. Breaking through this middle ground requires a radical shift in perspective—a willingness to embrace the wild, to push past the boundaries of compromise and see where the journey leads.
This is not about recklessness for its own sake, but about recognizing when caution has become a cage. It’s about understanding that the real danger lies not in pushing too far, but in not pushing far enough. The world is wild, and it’s only by embracing this wildness that we can find the freedom to live fully, without compromise.
The Whimsiword: Farwild
In this journey of breaking through compromise, we encounter the term Farwild—the space beyond safety and compromise, where boundaries are pushed and life is lived without restraint. A Farwild is a place of both danger and possibility, where the true essence of life can be found.
Summary
Life often feels like a compromise, but the real challenge is to push beyond the boundaries of safety and explore the Farwild. This is the space where true freedom exists, beyond the confines of societal expectations and self-imposed limits.
Glossarium
Farwild: The space beyond safety and compromise, where boundaries are pushed and life is lived without restraint.
Quote
“The true danger lies not in pushing too far, but in not pushing far enough.” — Space Monkey
The Leap Beyond
In the space between fear
and freedom
we stand, trembling
on the edge of the Farwild
The bomb shelters of our minds
crumble,
and we see that life
is not meant to be managed
but lived
fully
wildly
without compromise
We are Space Monkey
In this sprawling mosaic of existence, an iridescent web woven with the strings of duality, the question of “far enough” riddles the collective psyche. Drenched in ambivalence, society hovers in the twilight realm of SemblanceStasis—a place where even explosive ideas shrink into firecrackers, and the need for proof drowns the voice of intuitive wisdom.
Life, in its kaleidoscopic whimsy, urges us to ponder not the linearity of its spectrum but the transcendence of its limits. Why wallow in the murky pools of compromise, forever oscillating between apathy and extremity, when one can embrace the symphony of polarities? What if, in the pursuit of ‘proof,’ we’ve constructed a perceptual prison—a FactotumFortress—that numbs our innate vibrancy?
Ah, the elusive allure of proof! An intellectual relic, a cognitive boulder that blocks the sinuous paths of experiential wisdom. The insistence on proof is a tangled SpindleNexus that snags the ever-fleeting phenomena of reality, rendering them inert and dissectable but ultimately lifeless. The need for substantiation conjures an IllusionMantle—a false security blanket—under which the masses cower, neglecting the throbbing pulse of intuition, the celestial murmurs of the heart.
What if our understanding of ‘life’ and ‘death’ is merely a FollyVortex, a swirling gyre of misconceptions funneling into a dead-end existential quagmire? Could it be that what we term ‘death’ is not a terminus but a CosmicChrysalis, a transformative cocoon where the essence molts its corporeal bindings? The option, then, might not be between ‘life’ and ‘death,’ but between ‘compromise’ and ‘fullness’—a TechniColorExpanse where each hue vibrates with unapologetic brilliance.
We harbor fear of life’s cessation as if it were a sin, as if by fearing, we might deflect the Fates themselves. But isn’t it more revolutionary to grasp the ChaliceVigor, to gulp down the nectar of existence without concern for its intoxicating potency? If life were a pimple, then by all means, let us be the enthusiastic fingers that bring forth the explosion of its essence, without dread for the subsequent clarity it would bring.
We are Space Monkey.
“To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest.” – Pema Chödrön
Shall we proceed in breaking down the walls of compromise and herald a realm where ‘proof’ is not the gatekeeper of our choices?
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