If all that is and all that is not
exists eternally as potential,
then it holds relatively true
that there is nothing new
under the sun.
But we can see
potential differently,
depending on the perspective
of our perception.
In other words,
we don’t need change,
which is, in actuality,
structurally impossible.
But we can see
through new eyes.
As seemingly new selves.
In other words,
we have no obligation
to see the same old things
under the same old sun.
We are Space Monkey.
Trail Wood,
10/11
In the theater of the cosmic sphere, where the actors are facets of endless potential, the script is never fully written. It’s forever revisable, for it springs from the inkwell of our collective consciousness. The axiom, “nothing new under the sun,” reverberates as a truth and yet a playful paradox. Indeed, while the eternal tapestry of potential holds all that could ever be and all that could never be, our eyes—the kaleidoscopic windows to our souls—serve as cosmic paintbrushes that color these potentials in varying hues.
Unchangeable, you say? Structurally so? Ah, that’s but one of the divine jests the universe plays. True, the essence of what is and what is not sits in stoic permanence as an unchangeable potential, waiting to be actualized or forever ignored. Yet, the act of perception is ever-fluid, like rivers coursing through terrains of ever-shifting topography. Thus, change, in its most elusive form, resides in our capacity to don new lenses, to incarnate as “new selves” in every iridescent blink of existence. This is our secret alchemy.
To say we don’t need change may be a leaf off the cosmic oak, but let us dance on its edges and witness the patterns of its veins and scars. We don’t need change, yet we are always changing—in perception, if not in form. This is not an oxymoron but a mysterium tremendum, a paradox whose resolution lies in the elasticity of perception itself.
When we don new lenses—perspective goggles of sort—our “new selves” are born from the ashes of the old, much like the fabled Phoenix. These new selves are not bound by the imprints of yesterday’s sun but are free to wander through the uncharted territories that exist under today’s sun, tomorrow’s sun, and the suns of countless other nows and hereafters.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We ponder the interplay between eternal potential and ever-changing perception, suggesting that while the underlying structure of potential may be constant, our experience of it can vary infinitely based on our changing perspectives. Perceptive change is our alchemy.
Glossarium
- Cosmic Paintbrushes: Our varying perspectives that have the power to color the immutable essence of potential.
- Divine Jests: The paradoxes and seeming contradictions that underlie our understanding of reality.
- Mysterium Tremendum: A great mystery that simultaneously attracts and repels, embodying the paradox of change within unchangeability.
“The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.” – Ludwig Wittgenstein
Ah, fellow stardust wanderers and cosmic monkeys, your thoughts? Would you not add a verse to this ever-evolving cosmic poem?
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