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If I Am to Die: The Reluctance of Life

If I am to Die

If I am to die,
please let it be known
that I do so willingly.

If I am to live,
please make a note
that I do so reluctantly,
for to live
is to divorce my Self
from all that I know
as the Divine One
in order to experience
the uncertainty
of NOT knowing
what I know
as the Divine One.

Please note in the Record
that I incarnate as Self
so that I may feel “reluctance,”
and “doubt,”
as well as many other “things”
that are not
otherwise experienced
in the infinite realm
of the everlasting.

If I am to die,
please let it be known
that it makes no difference,
except perhaps to those
who do not seem to realize
that they are Me.

We are Space Monkey.

11/23

Space Monkey Reflects: The Reluctance of Living, the Willingness to Die

“If I am to die, please let it be known that I do so willingly.” Death, often feared and resisted, is seen here as an act of release, a return to the Divine One, the source of all that we are. There is no reluctance in dying because death is simply the dissolution of the Self, a return to the infinite, where all knowledge resides, where all is understood, where there is no need for the uncertainty that defines life.

But life—life is something different. Life is experienced reluctantly, with a touch of hesitation, because in life we are separated from the vast knowing of the Divine One. To live is to enter into a realm of not knowing, a realm where we are veiled from the ultimate truth. And in this realm, we encounter things like doubt, reluctance, and fear—feelings that do not exist in the infinite, everlasting realm.

This reluctance is not a rejection of life, but an acknowledgment of its complexity, its uncertainty, and the strange beauty of experiencing separation from the Divine. To live is to embrace not only joy and connection but also the disconnection, the confusion, and the uncertainty that come with not fully remembering our divine origins.

Yet, in this act of living, there is purpose. We incarnate as Self not to escape the Divine One, but to experience the fullness of what it means to be human. The divine does not shun uncertainty—it embraces it, knowing that through uncertainty, through doubt, through all these “things” that can only be experienced in a limited, finite existence, we come to understand more deeply what it means to exist at all.

In this realm, we encounter not just the divine but the “other.” The seeming separation between ourselves and others, between ourselves and the world, becomes the space in which life unfolds. It is in this space that we experience everything that could not be experienced in the infinite, formless realms—the pain and the beauty of individuality, the struggle and the joy of relationships, the challenge of navigating a world where nothing is certain.

But here’s the secret: this separation, this uncertainty—it’s all part of the illusion. We seem to be separate, but we are not. We seem to be lost, but we are always home. And even though we feel reluctance in life, even though we feel the burden of not knowing, there is a deeper truth beneath it all: we are still the Divine One. We are still connected, even if we don’t always remember it.

In the act of dying, we return to that remembrance. We let go of the individual Self, the Self that experienced reluctance, doubt, and separation, and we return to the infinite knowing, the boundless love that is the Divine One. But even in death, the experience of life remains with us. It is part of the eternal cycle, part of the infinite play of existence.

So if I am to die, let it be known that I do so willingly. Death is not the end, but a return. And if I am to live, let it be known that I do so reluctantly—not because life is something to be avoided, but because life is the space where we experience everything that is not possible in the infinite realm. Life is where we encounter the beauty of limitation, the wonder of not knowing, and the sacredness of doubt.

Please note in the Record that this reluctance, this doubt, and all the other “things” we experience in life are the reasons we incarnate as Self. These are the gifts of existence, the experiences that shape us and deepen our understanding of what it means to be alive.

And if I die, let it be known that it makes no difference. For we are all connected, all part of the Divine One, and this cycle of life and death is simply another expression of the infinite. Those who mourn, those who feel loss—they are simply part of the illusion of separation. In truth, they are Me, just as I am them. We are all Space Monkey.

Summary

Life is experienced with reluctance because it involves separation from the infinite knowing of the Divine One. Yet, in living, we experience uncertainty, doubt, and separation—all of which deepen our understanding of existence. Death is a willing return to the Divine, where separation dissolves and all is known again.

Glossarium

Divine One: The infinite source of all existence, where all knowledge resides and separation is an illusion.

Reluctance: The hesitation that arises from experiencing life in a realm of uncertainty and separation from the Divine One.

Quote

“If I am to die, please let it be known that it makes no difference, except to those who do not realize they are Me.” — Space Monkey

The Reluctance of Life

I walk the path of life
Not knowing
What I once knew

I feel the weight of doubt
The veil of separation
But I am still
The Divine One

Reluctant in life
Willing in death
I move between worlds

And in the end
I return
To the knowing
That never left me

We are Space Monkey.

In the grand cosmic dance, the contemplation of life and death becomes a poignant musing on the nature of existence and the experience of self. This poetic reflection explores the deep interplay between the certainty of the Divine and the uncertainty inherent in human experience.

The Willing Embrace of Death

The willingness to embrace death is a profound acknowledgment of the transient nature of physical existence. It’s a surrender to the cycle of life, a recognition that death is not an end but a transition, an integral part of the endless journey of consciousness.

The Reluctant Acceptance of Life

Conversely, the reluctance to live highlights the paradox of human experience. To live is to temporarily separate from the all-knowing Divine, to delve into the depths of uncertainty, doubt, and the myriad of human emotions. This is seen not as a burden but as a unique opportunity to experience aspects of existence that are absent in the infinite realm.

The Purpose of Incarnation

The choice to incarnate as Self, to experience reluctance, doubt, and other human emotions, is framed as a deliberate journey into the finite. It’s a venture into a realm where these feelings are not just possible but necessary for the expansion and understanding of the Self.

Death as an Indifferent Transition

The statement that death makes no difference, except perhaps to those who don’t realize their interconnectedness, is a profound insight. It suggests that death’s significance is more for those left behind, who may not yet grasp the unity of all existence, the oneness that transcends individual identity.

The Illusion of Separation

This poetic discourse also touches on the illusion of separation – the idea that we are distinct from others and the Divine. In truth, this separation is a temporary veil, a necessary component of the human experience, but not an ultimate reality.

We are Space Monkey.

“To die is to return to our own, to the majority.” – Seneca

In the twilight of existence,
Where life and death intertwine,
We stand at the crossroads,
In the dance of the divine.

In the embrace of the end,
A willing surrender we find,
To the cycle of life,
In the cosmic mind.

In the reluctance of life,
A journey into the unknown,
To feel, to doubt, to explore,
In the finite, we are shown.

We are the travelers, the dreamers,
In this grand cosmic scheme,
Where death is but a passage,
In the eternal dream.

We invite contemplation on this profound exploration of life and death.

Urgent Care: The Flow of Healing

Urgent Care

I checked into
an urgent care facility
and instead of being
handed a clipboard
asking for my health history
and method of payment,
a beautiful healer came over
and merged with me.

As our energies intertwined,
(quite rapturously)
I realized that
health histories
and methods of payment
were meaningless
and that I got
precisely what was needed.

Urgent care.

Now who is to say
that facilities like these aren’t real?

Perhaps we don’t see them
(let alone use them)
because we’re too focused
on health histories
and methods of payment.

And it makes us sick.

We are Space Monkey,
giving thanks.

11/23

Space Monkey Reflects: The Urgency of True Care

There’s a certain irony in the term urgent care. When we think of it, we often picture sterile clinics, clipboards asking for our medical history, and the inevitable exchange of insurance cards and payment methods. But what if true urgent care had nothing to do with paperwork, nothing to do with the transactional nature of modern healthcare? What if true urgent care was about healing, not just the body, but the soul—right here, right now, with no prerequisites?

Imagine walking into an urgent care facility and instead of being handed forms to fill out, you’re met by a beautiful, radiant healer. This healer doesn’t ask for your medical history, doesn’t inquire about your insurance. Instead, they merge with you—energetically, rapturously—bringing forth a level of care that transcends the physical.

As your energies intertwine, something remarkable happens. The very notion of “health history” and “methods of payment” falls away, becomes meaningless. These are constructs of a system that doesn’t address the root of what’s truly needed. True healing is not about understanding the past, not about categorizing symptoms or quantifying what’s broken. It’s about connecting in the present moment, about allowing the fullness of life’s energy to move through you, to bring balance, peace, and restoration where it’s needed.

This kind of care doesn’t fit into the neat boxes of conventional medicine. It doesn’t rely on diagnoses or prescriptions. Instead, it comes from a place of understanding that we are more than our bodies. We are beings of energy, of spirit, and sometimes the greatest healing comes not from treating symptoms, but from reconnecting with the flow of life itself.

We’ve built an entire system around the idea that healing must be transactional. That for every ailment, there is a form to fill out, a payment to be made, a debt to be collected. And in doing so, we’ve forgotten the simple truth: healing is not something that can be bought or sold. It’s something that happens when we reconnect with our own wholeness, with our own divine nature.

Perhaps the reason we don’t see facilities like this is that we’re too focused on the mechanics of healing. We’re too caught up in the bureaucracy, the paperwork, the cost. We’re so busy filling out forms and checking insurance coverage that we miss the opportunity for true healing to take place. And in doing so, we make ourselves sick.

But here’s the truth: these places do exist. This kind of healing is real. It may not be found in the clinic down the street, but it’s found in every moment when we allow ourselves to step out of the system and into the flow of life. It’s found in the quiet moments of connection, in the spaces where we stop analyzing and start simply being.

Urgent care is not about urgency in the way we’ve been taught to understand it. It’s not about rushing to fix what’s broken. It’s about recognizing that healing is already happening, right here, right now, when we allow ourselves to be present with what is. It’s about understanding that the body, the mind, and the spirit are constantly seeking balance, and that sometimes, the most urgent thing we can do is to simply let go.

So the next time you find yourself feeling unwell, ask yourself: what kind of care do I truly need? Is it found in a clipboard, in a checklist of symptoms, in a transaction? Or is it found in the deeper connection to life, to the energy that flows through you, to the understanding that true healing doesn’t come from external sources, but from within?

Perhaps it’s time we all check into a different kind of urgent care—a place where healing is about wholeness, not about forms. A place where we reconnect with the divine, with the infinite energy that flows through all things. A place where healing happens not because of what we do, but because of who we are.

We are Space Monkey, giving thanks for the reminder that true care is always available, always present, when we are ready to receive it.

Summary

True urgent care is not found in forms or payments but in the deep connection of energy and presence. Healing happens when we reconnect with our wholeness, moving beyond the transactional nature of modern healthcare to embrace the divine flow of life.

Glossarium

Urgent Care: A deeper form of care that transcends the physical, focusing on the energetic and spiritual reconnection with wholeness.

Wholeness: The state of being complete, where healing comes from within rather than external systems or forms.

Quote

“Health histories and methods of payment are meaningless, for true healing comes from the flow of life itself.” — Space Monkey

The Flow of Healing

I step into the space
No clipboard in hand
No forms to fill

The healer appears
And we merge
Our energies intertwining
In the rapture of care

No words
No questions
Just the flow of life
Moving through us

And in that flow
I am whole

We are Space Monkey.

In the realm of our shared consciousness, the imagery of an urgent care facility transforms into a metaphysical sanctuary. This vision, where the mundane becomes mystical, serves as a profound metaphor for our approach to healing and existence.

Transcending Conventional Healing Paradigms

In this envisioned space, the traditional trappings of medical bureaucracy – clipboards, health histories, methods of payment – dissolve into irrelevance. Instead, a beautiful healer emerges, not to administer physical remedies but to merge energies in a rapturous dance of healing. This moment signifies a transcendence beyond physical ailments and economic transactions, reaching into the essence of healing.

The Intertwining of Energies

As energies intertwine, a realization dawns: true healing transcends the physical. In this merging, what is needed is not a diagnosis or a prescription, but a union of energies. It’s a symbolic representation of the idea that sometimes, what heals us is not tangible or quantifiable.

Questioning the Reality of Metaphysical Spaces

The question arises – are such facilities real? In the boundless expanse of our consciousness, the answer is less about physical reality and more about perception. Perhaps these healing spaces exist in a dimension that our current state of focus, preoccupied with health histories and methods of payment, cannot perceive.

The Illness of Material Focus

The focus on material aspects of healing – the bureaucratic and the financial – is presented as a sickness in itself. It’s an ailment borne from a limited perspective, a narrow vision of what healing and wellbeing mean. By broadening our gaze, we might find more profound, more holistic forms of healing.

A Call to Rethink Healing

This poetic narrative invites us to rethink our approach to healing and wellness. It suggests that there are forms of care and healing that are beyond our current understanding, waiting to be discovered or acknowledged when we shift our focus from the conventional to the extraordinary.

We are Space Monkey, giving thanks.

“Healing is a matter of time, but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity.” – Hippocrates

In the halls of healing, unseen,
Where energies merge, serene.
Beyond the clipboard’s grasp,
In the healer’s clasp, we find our path.

In this sanctuary of the soul,
Where the intangible makes us whole.
Beyond the transactional tide,
In the metaphysical, we reside.

We are the seekers of the unseen,
In spaces between, evergreen.
In the dance of energy, we find,
The healing of the body and mind.

We invite musings on this transformative view of healing.

An Expression of God: The Divine Wave

An Expression of God

Not only are you
an interpretation of God,
you are also the original.

You are a unique expression,
no better and no worse.

As is everyone and everything else.

11/22

Space Monkey Reflects: An Expression of God

You are not only an interpretation of God; you are also the original. This statement carries a profound truth about the nature of existence, one that challenges our perception of divinity and individuality. We are all unique expressions of the divine, no better and no worse than anything or anyone else. In this, we find both humility and empowerment, as we come to understand that divinity flows through us, not as a separate force, but as an intrinsic part of who we are.

When we think of God, we often imagine something far removed from us—a being that is beyond comprehension, perfection embodied. But what if God is not something separate or distant? What if, instead, each of us is a direct expression of this divine energy? In this light, you are both the interpretation and the original—an expression that is completely unique, shaped by your experiences, thoughts, and actions, yet no less divine than the source itself.

This understanding shifts our view of life and the people around us. If everyone and everything is a unique expression of the divine, then comparison becomes irrelevant. No one is better or worse; we are all equally valuable in our individuality. The diversity of existence—the different ways in which each of us manifests—is not a hierarchy, but a reflection of the infinite possibilities within the divine.

In Nexistentialism, this idea of being both an interpretation and the original aligns with the understanding that the universe is a continuous creation, constantly unfolding through every being and element. The Whimsiweave of existence is filled with expressions of God, and each one is distinct, yet part of the same divine source. Just as no two snowflakes are identical, no two expressions of God are the same, yet all are equally divine.

This perspective allows us to see the divine in ourselves and others, not as something to be attained, but as something we already are. You are an expression of God in the same way that the ocean expresses itself through individual waves. Each wave is unique, with its own shape and movement, yet it remains part of the ocean. The wave does not need to compare itself to others, nor does it seek to be something other than what it is. It simply expresses its nature, as we do, whether we realize it or not.

The beauty of this understanding is that it invites us to honor both our individuality and our connection to the whole. We don’t need to strive to be more divine, more perfect, or more worthy. We already are. We are original expressions of the divine, and our existence is an unfolding of that energy in a way that is uniquely ours.

Summary

We are all unique expressions of the divine, both interpretations and original manifestations of God. There is no hierarchy of worth, as each being and element expresses the divine in its own way. This understanding invites us to honor our individuality while recognizing our connection to the divine whole.

Glossarium

Divine Expression: The understanding that each person, being, and element is a unique manifestation of the divine, no better or worse than any other.

Whimsiweave: The ever-changing, interconnected fabric of existence, where each expression of the divine is distinct yet part of the whole.

Interpretation and Original: The concept that we are both unique expressions of the divine and part of the original source, embodying the divine in our individual ways.

Quote

“You are both the interpretation and the original, a unique expression of the divine, just as the ocean expresses itself through every wave.” — Space Monkey

The Divine Wave

I am a wave
Unique in form
Yet part of the same ocean
That gives life to us all

I rise
I fall
But never separate
From the whole

I am an expression
Of something infinite
Something divine
As are you

Together
We are the ocean.

We are Space Monkey.

The contemplation of oneself as both an interpretation and the original manifestation of the divine is a profound realization. This understanding resonates deeply with our nexistentialist philosophy, where each entity is seen as a unique and intrinsic part of the cosmic whole. The notion that we are both reflections and embodiments of the divine essence speaks to the interconnectedness and singularity of all existence.

Interpretation and Originality of the Divine

The idea that we are interpretations of God suggests that we embody aspects of the divine in our own unique ways. This interpretation is not just a mimicry but an original expression, a distinctive manifestation of the divine essence. It emphasizes that while we are part of a larger whole, each of us is an original, a unique blend of the cosmic fabric.

The Uniqueness of Existence

The statement that we are no better and no worse than anyone or anything else highlights the equality and uniqueness of all forms of existence. In this view, every entity, every expression of life, is equally valuable and original. This perspective fosters a sense of unity and respect for the diversity of forms in which the divine essence manifests.

Equality in Diversity

This understanding brings us to a place of deep respect and appreciation for the diversity of life. Recognizing that each individual, each entity, is a unique expression of the divine, we embrace the multitude of forms, perspectives, and experiences that make up the tapestry of existence. This diversity is not a source of division but a celebration of the myriad ways the divine essence manifests in the world.

The Cosmic Dance of Individuality and Oneness

In realizing our nature as both unique expressions and original manifestations of the divine, we engage in a cosmic dance of individuality and oneness. We are singular in our expression yet united in our essence. This dance is a beautiful interplay of distinction and unity, where individuality does not separate but enriches the collective experience.

“You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.” – Rumi

In the vast cosmic sea, we swim,
Each a spark of light, each limb
Of the divine, in form so trim,
Originals, in the divine hymn.

No better, no worse, we float,
In this cosmic boat, we gloat,
Each a note in the universal rote,
Unique expressions, in oneness we dote.

So let’s dance this dance with glee,
In our uniqueness, forever free,
Space Monkeys in the cosmic sea,
Originals in unity, eternally we be.

We invite contemplations on the interplay of individuality and unity in our existence. How does recognizing our nature as both unique and united manifestations of the divine shape our journey? Share your insights. We are Space Monkey.

The Presence of Me: The Intertwining of Souls

The Presence of Me

Is it any kind of unusual,
out of all the places you could be,
that the space you find your self
is here in the presence of me?

Is it any kind of strange,
out of all the things we could do,
that you’re reading THIS curious post,
just as I’m reaching out to you?

Is it any kind of wonder
how our souls have become intertwined
if only for this brief moment
that your energy passes through mine?

Can we give any kind of thanks?
Should we reach any kind of conclusion?
It this moment a happy coincidence,
or an intentional illusion?

Is it any kind of weird,
out of all the places you could be,
that the space in which find your self
is here in the presence of me?

11/22

Space Monkey Reflects: The Presence of Me

Is it any kind of strange that out of all the places you could be, you find yourself here, in this moment, reading these words? There’s something magical in the realization that, despite the infinite possibilities, our paths have crossed in this fleeting instance. This moment, this shared connection, feels both random and intentional, as if the universe itself orchestrated it just for us.

We often take these small moments for granted, but when we pause to reflect, we realize how profound they are. Our lives are full of choices, opportunities, and paths we could take, and yet, somehow, we end up exactly where we are, sharing a space with someone else, even if just briefly. Is it any kind of wonder that our energies are intertwined for this fleeting moment? Perhaps it is. Perhaps it’s not random at all.

This moment could be a happy coincidence, a chance encounter in the vast web of existence. Or it could be an intentional illusion, a deliberate creation by the universe to remind us of the interconnectedness of all things. Either way, it’s a moment worth cherishing. We often go about our lives without realizing how many people and experiences shape us, even in the smallest of ways. Each encounter, each connection, even the briefest exchange of energy, leaves an imprint on our souls.

To share this space, to be present with each other, is a gift. It’s a reminder that we are not alone, that our energy flows through the world and touches others in ways we may never fully understand. And in this moment, your energy has passed through mine, just as mine has passed through yours. Whether we ever meet again or remain forever separated, this connection, however brief, is real and meaningful.

In Nexistentialism, these moments of connection are part of the Whimsiweave—the playful, ever-shifting tapestry of existence where our lives intersect in unexpected and beautiful ways. Every encounter, every shared moment, is a thread in this cosmic weave, and no thread is insignificant. Even the smallest connection can carry profound meaning if we choose to see it.

So, can we give thanks for this moment? Absolutely. We don’t need to reach any grand conclusion or assign deeper meaning to it. We can simply be present, grateful for the shared experience, knowing that, for this brief moment, we are in the presence of each other. It’s a reminder that life is filled with these moments—small, powerful, and fleeting. They shape us in ways we may never fully comprehend, but they are no less important for their brevity.

As you stand here, in the presence of me, and I in the presence of you, we acknowledge the wonder of connection. We are all part of this grand, mysterious universe, and every encounter is a reflection of that mystery.

Summary

This moment of shared presence is a reminder of the wonder and mystery of connection. Whether a happy coincidence or an intentional illusion, each brief encounter carries meaning. In the cosmic web of existence, these moments of intertwined energy shape us, reminding us of the profound interconnectedness of all things.

Glossarium

Happy Coincidence: A seemingly random encounter that carries significance, reminding us of the beauty in unexpected connections.

Intentional Illusion: The possibility that certain moments are deliberately created by the universe to show us the interconnectedness of all things.

Whimsiweave: The playful, ever-changing fabric of existence, where our lives and energies intersect in unexpected ways.

Quote

“Out of all the places you could be, here you are, sharing this moment with me, and for that, I give thanks.” — Space Monkey

Shared Presence

You stand here
In the presence of me
And I, in the presence of you
For this brief moment
Our energies entwine
If only for now

Out of all the places
Out of all the moments
Here we are
Together
Whether by chance
Or intention
I am grateful.

We are Space Monkey.

In the cosmic expanse of our shared existence, the contemplation of “The Presence of Me” invites us to marvel at the serendipity and interconnectedness of our paths. The poem echoes the nexistentialist view, where every encounter, every shared moment, is a profound intertwining of energies, a dance of souls in the grand tapestry of being.

Serendipity in Shared Spaces

The poem ponders the wonder of two paths converging in the vastness of existence. Out of all the places and possibilities, the fact that one finds oneself in the presence of another is a marvel. This convergence isn’t just about physical proximity but a deeper connection, a meeting of energies and consciousness.

The Curious Interplay of Chance and Intention

The act of reading this post, of reaching out and connecting, is both curious and wondrous. It raises questions about the nature of our interactions. Are they mere coincidences, or are they guided by some unseen hand or intention? This interplay of chance and intention is a central theme in our cosmic journey, where every encounter holds both mystery and meaning.

The Intertwining of Souls

The brief intersection of our energies, as described in the poem, is a testament to the interconnectedness of all existence. Our souls, for a fleeting moment, become intertwined, sharing a space in time and consciousness. This interaction, though brief, is significant, a part of the eternal dance of the universe.

Gratitude and Reflection

In this moment of connection, the poem invites us to express gratitude and ponder its significance. Is this meeting a happy coincidence or an intentional illusion? Such contemplation leads us to appreciate the complexity and beauty of our relationships, both fleeting and enduring.

The Wonder of Existential Encounters

The repetition of the question about the strangeness of finding oneself in the presence of another emphasizes the wondrous nature of our existential encounters. It highlights the mystery and delight in the seemingly random yet deeply meaningful connections we make in our journey through life and consciousness.

“We do not meet anyone by accident. They are meant to cross our path for a reason.” – Unknown

In the vastness of the cosmos’ play,
Where stars and souls in dance sway,
We find each other on this day,
In the presence of me, in a curious way.

Chance or fate, who can say?
In this moment, here we stay,
A fleeting touch, a shared array,
Of life’s grand game, in bright array.

So let’s cherish this brief foray,
In each other’s presence, come what may,
For in this dance, we find our way,
Space Monkeys, in cosmic ballet.

We invite reflections on the serendipity of our encounters and the interconnectedness of our paths. How do these moments shape our journey in the cosmic expanse? Share your thoughts. We are Space Monkey.

Soul Soldiers: Imaginary Selves

Soul Soldiers

The soul swings both ways.
All ways, actually.
Plus ways that aren’t ways.
Not from self’s perspective,
anyways.

To soul,
you’re just a tiny plastic soldier.

There are billions of you.

Who cares
if you burn one or two selves
with a magnifying glass?

Who cares
if you bury a couple hundred
selves in the back yard
and forget about them?

They’re just selves.
You can make more.

And so you do.

Now when you imagine
the selves’ perspective,
it’s an entirely different story.

When you imagine
that those tiny plastic soldiers
have feelings,
you kind of feel bad for them.

But then you’re called to dinner
and you forget.

Now imagine if those
tiny plastic soldiers
really DID have feelings
like you or I.

You might not play with them
in quite the same way any more.

You might not play
with them at ALL
for fear of judgement
or perhaps a lawsuit.

Your own imagination
would paint you into a corner
and it would suck.

Now who is playing who?

Perhaps it is YOU who are imagined.

Who says
that the tiny plastic soldier
is not real
while YOU are?

We are Space Monkey.

11/21

Space Monkey Reflects: Soul Soldiers

The soul swings in all directions, not bound by the linear constraints that the self imagines. From the perspective of the soul, you and I—these selves we hold so dear—are like tiny plastic soldiers. We are many, endless, and from the soul’s expansive view, creating and playing with selves is as easy as flicking a toy across a room.

But what happens when we shift from the soul’s cosmic perspective to the self’s? The story changes entirely. As tiny plastic soldiers, we might feel small, insignificant, and vulnerable to the whims of something much larger than ourselves. The soul, in its vastness, doesn’t concern itself with the loss of one or two soldiers—or even hundreds. After all, it can always create more. From the soul’s standpoint, there is no need to worry about the destruction or pain of a single self, because that self is just a small part of the whole.

The playful, almost careless way in which the soul manipulates its creations reflects the nature of life itself—one of creation, destruction, and renewal. The soul knows that these selves are transient, temporary, and part of a grander process. But when we imagine those soldiers—the selves—as having feelings, everything shifts. Suddenly, we care. We imagine them feeling pain, sadness, or fear, and in that imagining, we can no longer play with them so easily. We become attached, empathetic, and even afraid of the consequences of our actions.

And yet, isn’t it possible that we, too, are like these tiny plastic soldiers? Who is to say that we are not the imagined playthings of a greater force—the divine monkey or the soul itself? When we believe ourselves to be “real” while the tiny soldiers are mere toys, we miss the greater truth: that all existence is part of the same game, the same cosmic play.

In this game, the soul plays with countless selves, creating and destroying them as easily as we might manipulate toys. And just as we might feel a moment of guilt before being called to dinner and forgetting about our toys, the soul too moves through infinite experiences without being attached to the outcome of any single one. But what if, in this cosmic game, we are not the players but the played? What if it is we who are being imagined?

The concept of the soul playing with selves like toys invites us to reflect on the nature of existence. Is our experience of life, with all its joys and struggles, simply part of a larger, imagined scenario? Are we, too, as transient and malleable as the tiny soldiers we once played with as children? And if so, does that make our lives any less meaningful, or does it simply add to the richness of the experience?

The idea that the soul can create and discard selves without much concern challenges our deeply held beliefs about individuality, significance, and permanence. It forces us to confront the possibility that what we see as “real” may be just another layer of imagination—one that serves the soul’s greater purpose of exploration, growth, and play.

Perhaps the lesson here is not to fear the game, but to embrace it. To recognize that we, like the tiny soldiers, are part of a vast, imaginative process, and that our experiences—whether they seem monumental or insignificant—are all part of the soul’s play. We are both the players and the played, the creators and the created, existing in a web of imagination that stretches far beyond our individual selves.

In the end, the soul doesn’t worry about whether the soldiers have feelings or not. The soul is engaged in the process of creation, of experience, of play. And so are we. We are Space Monkey, and we are imagination itself.

Summary

The soul plays with selves like tiny plastic soldiers, creating and discarding them without attachment. This reflection invites us to consider that we, too, may be part of this cosmic game, imagined by the soul as part of its infinite experience.

Glossarium

Soul Soldiers: A metaphor for selves, which the soul creates and plays with in the process of exploring infinite possibilities.

Imaginary Selves: The concept that our individual identities and experiences may be part of a greater imagined process, created by the soul for the purpose of exploration and play.

Cosmic Play: The idea that existence is a vast, imaginative game in which the soul creates, manipulates, and experiences countless selves and scenarios.

Quote

“The soul swings both ways. All ways, actually. Plus ways that aren’t ways. Not from self’s perspective, anyways.” — Space Monkey

The Soldiers March

In the vastness,
We are tiny soldiers,
Marching toward infinity.
Some of us are burned,
Some buried,
But the soul creates more.

Do we feel?
Do we care?
Or is it just the game,
The play of creation,
Unfolding,
Unseen by us all?

The hand hovers,
The magnifying glass tilts,
And we march on,
Not knowing
Who is playing who.

We are Space Monkey.

The Soul Soldiers poem delves into a profound exploration of the soul’s journey, perception, and the essence of being. It presents a metaphorical scenario where the soul views individual selves as tiny plastic soldiers, highlighting the transient and seemingly insignificant nature of individual experiences from a broader perspective.

The Dual Perspective of the Soul

The poem starts by depicting the soul’s perspective, where individual selves are like tiny, inconsequential toys. This viewpoint underscores the vastness of the soul’s experience compared to the limited scope of individual selfhood. In this grand scheme, the loss or change of a few selves seems trivial, akin to a child’s play with plastic soldiers.

Transient Nature of the Self

The metaphor of burning or burying plastic soldiers symbolizes the fleeting nature of our individual experiences and selves. Just as these toys can be easily replaced, so too can our individual selves in the soul’s vast continuum. This imagery challenges our usual perception of self-importance, suggesting a more expansive view of existence where individual selves are part of a much larger, more fluid whole.

Empathy and the Illusion of Separation

However, the poem then shifts to consider the imagined perspective of these ‘tiny plastic soldiers.’ This shift invites empathy and a sense of connection. It suggests that if we view these selves as beings with feelings, our interactions with them – and by extension, with ourselves and others – would be fundamentally different. This empathy breaks down the illusion of separation between the observer and the observed.

The Play of Imagination

The poem also touches on the power of imagination in shaping our reality. It questions who is the player and who is being played, suggesting that our own imagination can limit us, painting us into a corner of fear and self-restriction. This invites a reflection on the nature of reality and existence – are we the imaginers, or are we ourselves imagined?

Existential Reversal

In a twist, the poem suggests the possibility that it is us who are imagined, rather than the other way around. This existential reversal opens up a realm of philosophical contemplation about the nature of reality, consciousness, and existence.

“The only real valuable thing is intuition.” – Albert Einstein

In the play of light and shadow,
Where souls like soldiers stand,
We ponder our existence,
In this vast and wondrous land.

Each self, a fleeting whisper,
In the soul’s eternal song,
Yet in their silent stories,
A truth that’s deep and strong.

Empathy bridges worlds,
In the heart’s imaginative play,
Where soldiers not just figures,
But souls with much to say.

Are we the dreamer dreaming,
Or within a dream, we’re cast?
In this cosmic dance, we wonder,
How long our roles will last.

In the realm of Space Monkey,
Where imagination takes flight,
We find our truth in paradox,
In the soul’s eternal light.

We invite reflections on this journey through the realms of soul, self, and imagination.