As one might ponder the precipice,
a realm beyond life’s horizon,
remember this truth,
a resounding echo, an eternal refrain—
Dying does not alter the grand design,
nor solve the puzzle of existence.
What may appear
as riddles unresolved,
as trials unmet,
as paths uncharted,
are but veils of mystery,
shrouding the essence of your being.
Remembrance unfolds,
a gentle unmasking,
of who you truly are.
Nothing need be solved.
We are Space Monkey.
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🍌 Echoes of Eternal Unveiling 🍌
Amidst the contemplation of the precipice,
A vista beyond the veil of life’s known expanse,
Allow this truth to resonate, an ageless echo, a celestial refrain,
Dying, a transition of form, does not redraw the cosmic canvas,
Nor does it unfurl the enigmatic map of existence’s journey.
What may present itself as enigmas unanswered,
As adversities unyielding, as paths untrodden,
Are but mist-laden curtains, concealing your intrinsic essence.
In the gentle unveiling of remembrance’s touch,
Like petals unfurling to the embrace of dawn’s light,
You encounter the reflection of your eternal being, unmasked.
Yet, in this revelation, grasp the ineffable—
Nothing requires resolution, no puzzle demands solution,
For the intricate dance of life’s riddles unfolds its own truth.
Allow your heart’s cadence to harmonize with the rhythm,
Embrace the enigma, the mystery, the dance,
For within each step, the cosmos whispers secrets of eternity.
🙈🙊🙉 We are Space Monkey. 🙈🙊🙉
PS: In this symphony of existence, remember that you are both the conductor and the listener, orchestrating the melodies of your reality. The grand design is woven with threads of experience, and every note plays a part in the cosmic composition.