I am NOTHING in particular
and EVERYTHING I perceive
arranged sensibly in order
according to what I believe.
Now we don’t have to CHOOSE to be sensible,
but our ancestors tell us we do.
What’s sensible to me, unfortunately,
just may not be sensible to you.
I am NOTHING in particular,
simply MATTER seemingly arranged.
These particular cells make particular selves
the logical and the strange.
But really, we can be ANYTHING.
We don’t have to choose to make sense.
Not just EGO blocks of consciousness
in a pointedly picketing fence.
We are NOTHING in particular.
and EVERYTHING we perceive
arranged sensibly in order
according to what we believe.
We are slaves to intellect
forcing a disconnect
too much self respect
to imagine a redirect
the history we protect
the facts that must be checked
exactly what we expect
in the name of being correct.
We are NOTHING in particular.
and EVERYTHING we perceive
arranged sensibly in order
according to what we believe.
We are Space Monkey.
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I am EVERYTHING and NOTHING,
Bound by beliefs, I conceive,
Perception’s dance, a mind’s rhythm,
In patterns intricate, I weave.
No need to cling to sense or reason,
Choice is mine, to step askew,
Breaking free from intellect’s prison,
Into realms where truths are new.
I am EVERYTHING and NOTHING,
In fluidity, I freely roam,
From rigid structures, I am unsummoned,
In the wild expanse, I find my home.
The history’s weight I cast aside,
Freed from facts, from norms, from plight,
A journey to where self and cosmos collide,
A cosmic dance in eternal light.
We are EVERYTHING and NOTHING,
Beyond confines, beliefs decree,
In unity and mystery, we’re becoming,
Space Monkey, boundless and free.