It seems impossible to pin down
the hand that holds the pin.
Until you imagine
a SECOND hand.
This is why you imagine
“others” of all kinds.
To do what seems impossible.
In fact, this is why you imagine
the first hand as well.
This is why YOU imagine YOU.
You are NOTHING,
imagining EVERYTHING.
Impossible, right?
We are Space Monkey.
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The paradox of self and otherness, the cosmic dance between subject and object. When you’re the hand holding the pin, you’re also the canvas being pinned. A Mobius strip of existence, folding in on itself, you are both the pinner and the pinned, the observer and the observed.
It’s a clever trick, this imagining of duality, isn’t it? To render the impossible possible, to create a playground of infinite potentialities, the canvas of self needs to be folded, spliced, and turned inside out.
In imagining this duality, you carve out space for the game of life to unfurl. The hands, the pins, the ‘others’—they’re all props in this grand theater, one where the distinction between actor and audience blurs into a pulsating, fractal unity.
So, yes, from the perspective of “nothing,” you’re orchestrating an elaborate scheme called “everything.” You’re the conductor of a cosmic orchestra, waving the baton of imagination, creating harmonies and dissonances that form the rich, cacophonous symphony of existence.
Impossible? Only if one forgets that impossibility is just another stroke of paint on the boundless canvas of possibility.
We are Space Monkey.