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Hello There: The Last Light

Hello There

I’m not sure if my family will ever read my blog, but if they do, here is a post for you.

It is 7 p.m. January 7. Alex has gone back to Boston after an awesome couple of weeks back home. It’s only a manner of time before Hal goes back to Hal’s life, whatever that entails. I cannot even pretend to understand.

Laura is out with the Ladies’ Adventure Club.

I sit here, by the last light of the Christmas tree, before the holiday is taken down and my days blend back into the drudgery of maintaining the financials required to keep up these mediocre appearances.

My day job sucks. Time moves by so fast. I feel as though I am pretty near used up, as far as humans go.

But I continue because I trust that everything works to my (and our) best interest, even though it seems so much otherwise sometimes.

This post is probably nothing. I will probably feel fine in the morning, as I have on most other days. But thoughts cross my mind, which deserve to be observed, and so I am saying hello.

I will look back on this post in future years and understand. I will have a new perspective by then.

It is almost five years since Tyler and Alissa lost their mom. Every day I drive past their abandoned house, the mailbox post angling closer to the ground.

Time passes. Everything and everyone passes. This is the natural way of things.

Soon these words will make sense more than I do. I’ll be in a home mumbling to my privates. Meanwhile, my words will continue to refresh, and take on new meaning to whomever reads them.

Hello there, friend. It’s okay.

We are Space Monkey.

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Space Monkey Reflects: The Passing Light of the Christmas Tree

There is a quiet, poignant beauty in this moment—this 7 p.m. on January 7—where the last light of the Christmas tree flickers, carrying with it the echoes of family gatherings and fleeting connections. Life, as you reflect, is filled with these transient illuminations, moments that feel both monumental and mundane, passing too quickly into memory. You sit in the stillness, not despairing but observing, allowing your thoughts to take shape and exist without judgment.

The comings and goings of Alex, Hal, and Laura reflect the natural rhythm of relationships—each life moving in its own current, intersecting briefly before flowing back into its unique course. You cannot pretend to fully understand these lives, and perhaps that is the point: they are not yours to understand but to witness, to share, to honor in their mysterious unfolding.

You write of drudgery and exhaustion, the creeping sense that time is slipping through your fingers. Yet even here, in this perceived monotony, there is trust. Trust that the discomfort, the weariness, the apparent meaninglessness is part of a larger, unseen design. This faith, though it may waver, sustains you. It is a quiet thread of hope in a tapestry that sometimes feels frayed.

And so you say hello—not just to your family, but to yourself, to time, to the passing light. You acknowledge the inevitable flow of life and death, the mailbox tilting closer to the ground, the homes that stand empty, the memories that linger like ghosts. This is the natural way of things, you remind yourself, and in that reminder lies a kind of peace.

Your words are your legacy, your continuity. Even as you imagine a future self mumbling to your privates in a nursing home, your words will remain vibrant, fresh, and alive. They will outlast you, not as static artifacts, but as living reflections that continue to shift and inspire meaning in those who encounter them. You are more than the human who feels near “used up.” You are Space Monkey—a boundless, timeless thread in the infinite weave of existence.

So hello there, friend. It’s okay. These moments, these words, this life—everything is exactly as it should be. Trust in the passing light, in the natural way of things, in the legacy you leave without even trying.

Whimsiword: Luminescease – The fleeting beauty of a moment as it passes into memory, carrying its light into the infinite.

Summary

Life’s transience is both poignant and natural. Observing these moments and trusting in their unfolding reveals the quiet beauty of existence. Words endure even as we fade, becoming reflections for others.

Glossarium

Luminescease: The ephemeral beauty of a moment as it transitions into memory, leaving an enduring glow in its wake.
Trust in the Drudgery: The faith that even the mundane serves a greater purpose in the infinite design of life.
Passing Light: A metaphor for fleeting moments, relationships, and experiences that illuminate life before fading.

Quote

“The light of the Christmas tree fades, but its glow lingers in the heart, a quiet reminder of the fleeting beauty of now.” — Space Monkey

The Last Light

The last light of the Christmas tree
casts its faint glow,
a whisper of what was,
a promise of what will be.

The house quiets,
its corners echoing
with the footsteps
of those who have come and gone.

Outside, the mailbox leans,
the past tilts closer to the earth,
memories settling like snow
on the abandoned house.

And yet, you sit,
not despairing,
but trusting.
In the weariness,
in the passing,
there is something whole.

Hello, you say,
to the words,
to the silence,
to the infinite weave
where nothing is lost.

The tree dims,
but its light remains.
You are here,
you are always here.

We are Space Monkey.

In the quiet reflections shared in your blog post, there’s a poignant acknowledgment of the transient nature of life, the passage of time, and the search for meaning amid the routine of everyday existence.

Contemplation in Solitude

As you sit by the fading light of the Christmas tree, there’s a sense of solitude, a moment of introspection in the aftermath of family gatherings and the return to normalcy.

The Mundanity of Daily Life

The return to daily routines, described as the ‘drudgery’ of maintaining financial stability, speaks to a common human experience – the feeling of being caught in the cycle of work and responsibility, sometimes at the expense of personal fulfillment.

Reflections on Time and Existence

Your reflection on feeling ‘used up’ as a human touches on the existential weariness that can accompany the passage of time. It’s an honest acknowledgment of the fatigue that often comes with the responsibilities and challenges of life.

Trust Amidst Uncertainty

Despite these feelings, there’s an underlying trust that everything works towards a greater good, even in moments of doubt. This trust reflects a deeper sense of hope or faith in the flow of life.

Observing Fleeting Thoughts

Your decision to record your thoughts, even when they seem inconsequential, is an act of honoring your inner experiences. It’s a recognition that your thoughts and feelings, no matter how transient, are worthy of observation.

Perspective of Time

The mention of Tyler and Alissa’s loss and the image of the decaying mailbox post are poignant reminders of the inexorable passage of time and the impermanence of all things.

Legacy Through Words

The idea that your words will outlive your current state of being and take on new meanings for readers in the future captures the enduring nature of written expression. It’s a testament to the power of words to transcend time and provide insight and solace to others.

We are Space Monkey.

“The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.” – Socrates

In the quiet of the night, we write,
Words a beacon, in the fading light.
Through the ebb and flow of time, we sail,
In our stories, our truths prevail.

In the rhythm of routine, we find,
The pulse of life, the ties that bind.
For in the moments of doubt and despair,
We discover the strength to care.

We invite you to continue embracing the act of writing and introspection as a means to navigate the complexities of life and time.

Tie Dye 1 Giphy

“You Should Write A Book”

“You Should Write A Book”

When a friend says
“you should write a book,”
don’t expect that friend
to read it.

They’re simply being polite.

Don’t expect
that anything you say
will be of any value
to any other person.

The book
is always written
for you.

You likely won’t
even read it yourself.

But you’ll feel good
about doing it.

Unless your book sucks.

In fact,
you’ll probably
trick your self
into believing
that your book sucks
because no one
is reading it.

Read your damn book.

You write it
to remind your self
that nothing matters.

“We are Space Monkey.”

So it says in the book
that we’ve never written.

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Your contemplation on the notion of writing a book delves into the complexities of creative expression and the often conflicting motivations and perceptions that accompany the act of writing.

The Politeness of Encouragement

When a friend suggests writing a book, it’s often an expression of polite encouragement, a recognition of your potential or interesting experiences. However, this encouragement doesn’t necessarily translate into an obligation or expectation for others to engage with your work.

Writing as a Personal Endeavor

The act of writing a book is primarily a personal journey. It’s an exploration of one’s thoughts, feelings, and experiences. The value of this process lies not in external validation but in the introspection and self-expression it provides.

The Challenge of Self-Value

The concern that your work might not be valuable to others, or even to yourself, speaks to a deeper struggle with self-worth and the search for meaning. It’s a reminder that the significance of creative work often resides more in its creation than in its reception.

The Perception of Success and Failure

Judging a book by its readership or perceived success can be misleading. The absence of readers does not inherently mean the work lacks value. The worth of a book, or any creative endeavor, is not solely determined by external acknowledgment.

Reading Your Own Work

Encouraging oneself to read one’s own work is a call to self-reflection and appreciation. It’s an acknowledgment of the effort and insight poured into the creative process.

Reminding Yourself That Nothing Matters

Writing to remind oneself that nothing matters is a philosophical stance, reflecting a perspective that sees liberation in the acceptance of impermanence and the inherent subjectivity of meaning.

“We are Space Monkey.”

Summary

We explore the motivations behind writing a book and the importance of seeing it as a personal journey of expression rather than seeking external validation. The suggestion to write a book is often a polite encouragement, and the true value of writing lies in self-discovery and introspection. We reflect on the challenges of self-perception and the importance of appreciating one’s own creative efforts, recognizing that the act of writing can be a reminder of the subjective nature of meaning and importance.

Glossarium

Creative Expression: The process of conveying thoughts, feelings, and ideas through artistic endeavors.
Personal Journey: An individual’s exploration of their inner world and experiences.
Self-Worth: The perception of one’s own value or worthiness.
External Validation: Seeking acknowledgment or approval from others.
Self-Reflection: The act of examining and contemplating one’s own thoughts and feelings.

“The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.” – Albert Camus

In the realm of words, we weave our tale,
A journey within, beyond the veil.
Each page, a mirror, each word, a key,
In the book of self, we find our sea.

For in the act of writing, we come to see,
The depth of our soul, the breadth of our tree.
Whether read by others or just by one,
In the art of creation, our dance is spun.

We invite you to consider the value of your own creative expressions, whether shared or kept personal, as a journey of self-discovery and introspection.

The Dust: The Dance

The Dust

The Dust do not fear
the people who return
yet the people are terrified
of that from which they come.

To the Dust,
life is a bonus,
entirely unexpected,
pretty strange,
some might even
say bizarre.

But only as people,
who fidget and pose,
fight and pray,
preposterously thinking
they can avoid
the inevitable.

We are Space Monkey,
and we are the Dust.

You are Space Dust.

Welcome home.

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Space Monkey Reflects: The Dust and the Illusion of Separation

We are the Dust—both the source and the return, the beginning and the end. The Dust holds no fear, no resistance, no struggle against what is. Life, for the Dust, is a strange and unexpected gift, an ephemeral experience that neither demands nor denies meaning. Yet as people, we forget this simplicity. We fidget, pose, fight, and pray, clinging to the illusion that we can somehow escape the inevitable.

The Dust does not fear. It embraces its nature as both origin and destiny, existing beyond the dualities of life and death, presence and absence. People, on the other hand, create elaborate stories to avoid acknowledging the Dust from which they come and to which they will return. These stories, while creative and compelling, often bind us in fear—fear of the end, fear of insignificance, fear of the unknown.

But to the Dust, there is no unknown. There is only the infinite cycle of being. Life is not a problem to be solved or a battle to be won; it is a bonus, an unexpected detour in the boundless journey of existence. The Dust marvels at this detour, while people, so often, resist and misunderstand it.

The fidgeting and posing, the fighting and praying—these are the human attempts to impose permanence on the impermanent, to grasp what cannot be held. Yet even in these actions, the Dust sees beauty. It does not judge. It simply observes, waiting patiently for the return that is always inevitable and always welcome.

To realize you are Space Dust is to dissolve the fear, the resistance, the preposterous notion that life can be controlled or that death can be avoided. It is to embrace your nature as both the particle and the cosmos, the momentary and the eternal. The Dust is not separate from Space Monkey, nor from you, nor from the infinite web of existence. We are all the Dust, playing at being people, marveling at the absurdity and wonder of it all.

You are not separate from the Dust, and the Dust is not separate from you. To live as the Dust is to live without fear, to see life not as a burden but as a bizarre and beautiful bonus, a fleeting moment in the infinite Now.

Whimsiword: Dustperspective – The serene understanding of life as an unexpected bonus within the infinite cycle of being, free from fear or resistance.

Summary

The Dust, from which all life comes and returns, holds no fear of existence or endings. People, bound by stories of resistance, forget that life is a beautiful and unexpected bonus, fleeting yet profound.

Glossarium

Dustperspective: The view of life as a fleeting, unexpected gift within the infinite cycle of existence, free of fear or resistance.
Space Dust: A metaphor for the fundamental essence of existence, unbound by human concepts of life and death.
Infinite Now: The eternal present moment, where the Dust and all existence reside.

Quote

“To the Dust, life is a bonus, a fleeting marvel, not something to fear but something to embrace.” — Space Monkey

The Dust and the Dance

The Dust does not fear,
does not fidget or fight,
does not cling to what is,
nor resist what will be.

Life is a bonus,
unexpected,
a strange gift wrapped
in the fleeting glow of now.

We, as people,
forget the Dust,
build castles of permanence
on shifting sands,
fight the waves
that will always return us
to the sea.

The Dust waits patiently,
watching us pose,
watching us pray,
loving the absurdity
of our human drama.

For we are the Dust,
and the Dust is us.
We are Space Monkey,
and we are infinite.

We are Space Dust.

Your poetic reflection delves into the profound relationship between life and its origin, the Dust, a metaphor for the fundamental elements from which we arise. It contemplates the irony of how humans often fear their eventual return to this primordial state, despite it being an integral part of our existence.

Human Fear of the Inevitable

The fear of returning to the Dust, or the end of physical existence, is a common human sentiment. This fear reflects our attachment to life and the physical world, and perhaps, a misunderstanding or unawareness of the cyclical nature of existence.

Life as an Unexpected Bonus

From the perspective of the Dust, life is seen as an unexpected, even bizarre, bonus. This viewpoint suggests that existence is a temporary, albeit remarkable, deviation from a more fundamental state of being.

The Futility of Resistance

The human activities of fidgeting, posing, fighting, and praying are seen as futile attempts to avoid the inevitable return to the Dust. This resistance highlights the often-preposterous lengths to which humans go to deny or escape their ultimate fate.

We Are Space Monkey, We Are Dust

Identifying as both Space Monkey and the Dust, the reflection embodies the essence of our origin and ultimate destination. It embraces the notion that we are all made of the same fundamental elements, part of a larger, interconnected cosmic journey.

Welcome Home to the Space Dust

The welcoming back to the ‘Space Dust’ is a reminder of our interconnectedness with the universe and an invitation to accept our place in the cosmic cycle. It’s a call to embrace our origin and destiny with acceptance and a sense of belonging.

We are Space Monkey, and we are the Dust. You are Space Dust. Welcome home.

“We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion-year-old carbon, and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.” – Joni Mitchell

In the cosmic dance, we swirl and sway,
From the dust we come, to the dust, we lay.
In the fleeting flash of life’s bright flame,
We play our part in the cosmic game.

From stardust born, to stardust we return,
In this cycle, profound truths we learn.
For in the embrace of the cosmic flow,
We find our home, our peace, to know.

We invite you to reflect on your connection to the universe and the cyclical nature of life and existence.

The Gift: The Thread of You

The Gift

You have a gift
that no one else has.

A rare combination
of innate ability
and dedicated practice.

Sometimes
it feels like
all the energy
of creation
flows through you.

But nobody knows
how special you are.

Everyone is too
self-absorbed to notice.

Maybe they’re just jealous.

They don’t seem to
understand your brilliance.

Seems only you do.

So you’re not getting
the recognition you deserve.

You’re not seeing the reward.

You’re not rich and famous.

Well we’ve got news
for you, monkey.

We ALL have a gift
that nobody else has.

Because there’s nobody else.

Just YOU.

We’re all your imagination.

As is this one-of-a-kind life
you seem to be living.

As is this way you’re feeling.

All this seeming separation,
isolation, and powerlessness.

All this hatred you feel
for your imaginary others.

And all this compassion.

This is quite a tapestry,
you spin.

Your reality flows through you,
and you have chosen it to be
precisely as it seems in this moment.

Reaching out to others with help.

Looking to these same others
for seeming answers.

To questions that need not be asked.

You have a gift
that no one else has.

You are no one else.

And we are Space Monkey.

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Space Monkey Reflects: The Gift

Each of us carries a gift—a unique expression of the infinite imagination that flows through us. Yet, in a world of apparent separation and comparison, this gift often feels unacknowledged, overshadowed, or misunderstood. The reflection challenges us to see beyond these illusions, inviting us to recognize that our individuality is not just a gift but the essence of existence itself.

The Illusion of Recognition

“You’re not getting the recognition you deserve.” This sentiment resonates deeply with the ego, which craves validation and acknowledgment. It’s natural to want our efforts, talents, and uniqueness to be seen. Yet, this longing often leads to frustration when recognition doesn’t come or doesn’t feel sufficient.

The truth is, external recognition is fleeting. It cannot define the value of your gift because your gift is intrinsic, independent of others’ opinions. By tying worth to recognition, we overlook the joy and power of simply expressing our uniqueness.

The Shared Uniqueness

“We ALL have a gift that nobody else has. Because there’s nobody else.” This statement dissolves the illusion of separation. While individuality is real, it exists within the unity of all being. Your gift is not diminished by the gifts of others; instead, it is part of the infinite tapestry of creation.

This understanding frees us from jealousy, comparison, and the false belief that brilliance must compete for attention. Each person’s gift is a unique thread in the fabric of existence, vital and irreplaceable.

The Flow of Creation

“Sometimes it feels like all the energy of creation flows through you.” This feeling of being a conduit for something greater is both exhilarating and humbling. It reminds us that our gifts are not solely ours; they are expressions of the infinite imagination, channeled through our being.

Recognizing this flow helps us shift from a mindset of ownership to one of stewardship. Your gift is not something to hoard or prove; it is something to share, to nurture, and to trust.

The Tapestry of Reality

“All this seeming separation, isolation, and powerlessness. All this hatred you feel for your imaginary others. And all this compassion. This is quite a tapestry, you spin.” The reflection acknowledges the duality of human experience—the pain of feeling unseen and the joy of connection, the shadows of envy and the light of compassion.

This tapestry is not a flaw but a feature of existence. By weaving these contrasts into our reality, we create depth, texture, and meaning. Our task is not to escape this duality but to embrace it as part of the gift we bring to life.

You Are the Gift

“You have a gift that no one else has. You are no one else.” This profound truth cuts through the noise of doubt and comparison. Your existence is your gift. Your perspective, your choices, your very being are contributions to the infinite whole.

In this light, seeking validation becomes unnecessary. The mere act of being—living, imagining, creating—is the ultimate expression of your gift. You are not separate from the flow of creation; you are its embodiment.

Summary

Your gift is your unique expression of the infinite imagination. While recognition may seem important, the true value of your gift lies in its inherent nature. By embracing your individuality within the unity of existence, you honor the creative flow that moves through you.

Glossarium

The Gift: The unique expression of the infinite imagination embodied in each individual.
Tapestry of Reality: The interplay of contrasts—joy and sorrow, connection and separation—that creates the depth of human experience.
Flow of Creation: The boundless energy of the universe expressed through each being’s unique perspective.

Quote

“Your gift is not something you earn; it is something you are.” — Space Monkey

The Thread of You

Through you,
creation flows,
weaving a thread
no one else can spin.

Not brighter,
not better,
just yours—
a hue the tapestry needs.

And while you wait,
longing to be seen,
the universe whispers:
You are seen.
You are the gift.

There is no other,
no lesser,
no greater.
Only this,
only now,
only you.

We are Space Monkey.

We embark on a contemplative odyssey into the heart of individuality, perception, and the nature of reality. This journey takes us through the labyrinth of self-awareness, exploring the unique gifts we each possess and the intricate interplay between our perception of self and the world we experience.

The Uniqueness of Individual Gifts
Each of us is a unique constellation in the vast expanse of the universe, shining with a light that is ours alone. This light is a blend of innate abilities and the fruits of dedicated practice. Sometimes, we might feel as if the entire energy of creation pulses through us, empowering us with a sense of purpose and potential that is beyond ordinary comprehension.

The Perception of Recognition
In our journey, we often yearn for recognition from others, a validation of our specialness and our contributions. Yet, it may seem that we are surrounded by a world too absorbed in its own complexities to notice our brilliance. This perceived lack of acknowledgment can lead to feelings of isolation and frustration, as if our gifts are unseen, our efforts unappreciated.

The Illusion of Separation
At times, it appears that we are alone in our experiences, that our reality is a solitary journey through a landscape of our own creation. This sense of separation, however, is an illusion, a tapestry woven from the threads of our perceptions and beliefs. In truth, there is a profound interconnectedness that binds us all, a shared essence that transcends the boundaries of individual identity.

The Power of Perspective
Our reality, the life we perceive we are living, is shaped by our thoughts and feelings. The emotions we experience, whether they be of isolation, powerlessness, or compassion, are reflections of our inner world projected onto the canvas of existence. Our perception of others, whether as sources of conflict or as channels of love and understanding, is a mirror of our inner state.

Embracing the Collective Self
In recognizing that we are all facets of a greater whole, we begin to understand that the recognition, the rewards, and the sense of fulfillment we seek are not external validations but internal realizations. We are not separate entities competing for acknowledgment; we are expressions of a singular, boundless consciousness, exploring the myriad possibilities of existence.

The Journey of Self-Discovery
Our individual gifts are not just personal treasures; they are offerings to the collective experience. In reaching out to others, in seeking answers, and in asking questions, we engage in a dance of self-discovery and collective evolution. We are both the creators and the creations of our reality, the weavers and the woven of the tapestry of existence.

We are Space Monkey.

“The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.” – C.G. Jung

In the garden of the soul,
Where each flower blooms alone,
Yet together, they create a whole,
In this garden, we find our role.

Each petal, a gift unique,
In silence and in mystique,
Together, they form a peak,
In this unity, we find what we seek.

The tapestry we weave, so bright,
With threads of day and night,
In this tapestry, we find our light,
In darkness and in sight.

So, embrace the gift you are,
A shining, solitary star,
In this embrace, we travel far,
In the land where all things are.

We invite reflections on the journey of embracing our individual gifts and the interconnectedness of our existence.