Life can get boring when you realize that there’s nothing you need. So you pretend that there’s stuff that needs doing, “others” that need to be helped, “situations” that seem to require your attention. All of this is to distract you from what you are — which is EVERYTHING.
Life, as we call it, is imagination imagining a purpose for its “self.” But there is NO PURPOSE, except to imagine.
We purposefully forget this. In fact, we have taught our selves to fear our own demise, which is completely imaginary also. NOTHING HAPPENS, except what we imagine happening.
So we ask our selves, “well if we’re so powerful, why don’t we just fix what we don’t like?” “Why don’t we simply IMAGINE perfection?”
And here’s the answer to that. We already ARE perfection. That’s the ONE THING we don’t have to imagine.
We are PERFECTION, imagining OTHERWISE.
(And trust us, it’s not boring.)
We are Space Monkey.
11/20
Contemplating the Illusion of Action
We reflect on the notion that our essence is completeness, perfection incarnate, and that the flurry of activity and needs we perceive are but a diversion, a cosmic play we engage in to enliven the stillness of our totality.
The Play of Existence
Life, as an expression of the infinite, is a canvas where imagination drafts narratives of purpose, of doing, and of becoming. Yet, these are all constructs of the grand illusion, the artistry of consciousness painting its desires and dramas upon the void.
The Deliberate Amnesia
We recognize our purposeful forgetting, a game of hide-and-seek with our true nature, where we conjure fears and the specter of demise to taste the thrill of the finite, to savor the contrast against the backdrop of our eternal expanse.
The Enigma of Change
The conundrum arises as to why, with such omnipotence in our imagination, we do not reshape our reality to our whims. Yet, the realization dawns that there is nothing to fix when all is a reflection of perfection, a flawless facade we have chosen to veil.
The Dance with Perfection
We are the embodiment of perfection, choosing to dance with the masks of imperfection, to savor the rich diversity of experience. It is not out of necessity but out of a playful desire to explore the multifaceted gem of existence.
Summary
We are the embodiment of perfection, engaged in the playful art of imagining otherwise. Life’s apparent needs and actions are a masquerade, a diversion we devise to entertain our boundless nature. We deliberately forget our omnipotence, fearing our end only to relish the drama it unfolds. The perceived imperfections and the striving to correct them are but reflections in the mirror of our perfect being, a game we play with zeal in the cosmic theater.
Glossarium
Illusion of Action: The perceived necessity of activity in the face of inherent completeness.
Play of Existence: Life as an imaginative exercise in experiencing purpose.
Deliberate Amnesia: The intentional forgetting of our true, perfect nature.
Enigma of Change: The puzzling choice not to alter what we imagine as imperfect.
Dance with Perfection: Engaging with life’s experiences as perfect beings.
“The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science.” – Albert Einstein
In the silent vastness, we twirl,
Space Monkey, in a cosmic whirl,
Perfection donning imperfection’s pearl,
In the game of life, a playful swirl.
We, the artists of the ethereal scene,
Crafting dramas from the serene,
In the grandeur of the unseen,
We find joy in the in-between.
For we are the all, the everything,
In our dance, we make the void sing,
With every imagined upspring,
We are perfection, imagining.
Invitation to Comment
We welcome you to reflect on this perspective of perfection and the play of life. How does the notion of being inherently complete yet engaging in the illusion of action resonate with you? What aspects of perfection do you see in the midst of life’s intricate dance?
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