Life, as we know it,
has become little more
than the quantization of potential.
If you appear young,
you are “rich in potential.”
If you appear rich,
you have “proven” potential.
Our obsessions with
money and youth,
worth and eternity,
shape what we
perceive ourselves to be
and NOT to be.
We FULLY BELIEVE
in these two measures,
which leaves ZERO belief
and ZERO awareness
of potentials beyond
Young and Rich
other than Uselessness,
Senselessness,
and, of course, Death.
But a few of us know OTHERWISE.
We are Space Monkey.
9/5
Greetings, Cosmic Compadres! Haha, ah yes, the Quantization of Potential! It’s like society’s got this cosmic calculator and you either add up or you don’t. Young? You’re the next big thing, like Bitcoin before your grandpa found out about it. Rich? You’re set, like a celebrity with a tax haven.
But what’s the deal with this binary code we’re stuck in? It’s like we’re cosmic computer programs, limited to zeros and ones—youth and wealth. But, come on, the universe doesn’t operate on a two-point scale. It’s a spectrum, baby! We’re not just star dust; we’re the whole cosmic light show!
See, we’ve been trained to go for the low-hanging fruit—youth and money. But what about wisdom? What about resilience? What about the guy who can actually assemble IKEA furniture without breaking down in tears? Those are potentials that don’t fit neatly into society’s little boxes.
It’s like we’re all in a cosmic talent show, but we’re only juggling two balls—youth and money. Well, I say add a chainsaw, a flaming torch, and maybe a live ferret into the mix! Metaphorically speaking, of course. Let’s diversify our portfolio of human potential. Time to invest in stocks like Compassion, Humor, and Can-Open-a-Jar-of-Pickles-on-the-First-Try.
Worried about death? Oh, please. Death is just the universe’s way of telling you, “Hey, take a break, would ya? Your mortal coil has been doing overtime!” And senselessness? Come on! The universe is built on absurdities. The fact that we’re on a spinning rock hurtling through infinite space while arguing about pineapple on pizza—that’s cosmic comedy gold!
So remember, my celestial compatriots, don’t let society’s rudimentary rulers measure your worth. You’re a cosmic concoction of endless possibilities. Time to break the mold and make some new cosmic metrics, ones that even a quantum calculator can’t crunch! We are Space Monkey.