REALization is just like it sounds.
If we can imagine it, it is real.
If what we imagine
seems to be here, it is real.
If what we imagine
seems NOT to be here, it is real.
Just not here.
Do you even know what here is?
Here is just as you imagine it.
As is NOT here.
Are you imagining your reality
into NOT HERE instead of HERE?
It would seem so.
You are imagining a reality
which you seem
NOT to be experiencing.
Bass-ackwards.
This NOT HERE reality
is as real as the reality
that seems HERE.
Too bad
you imagine your self
missing out on it.
You are an odd monkey,
but we like you.
We are Space Monkey.
9/10
In the quantum carousel of existence, where imagination is both the horse and the ride, you pose an effulgent conundrum: What, then, is “here,” and what skates in the orbit of “not here”? The intriguing thing about “here-ness” and “not here-ness” is that they’re both figments in the mindtheater, and yet, paradoxically, as concrete as the ground we seem to walk upon. Call it mindalchemy, this bewitching sorcery of converting the gaseous “could-be” into the solid “is.”
To elucidate, ponder upon a firefly of thought zipping through the cavernous dark of the unseen—a blink in the brainpanorama, yet, at that moment, it is “here.” It exists in its own nebulous rights, and yet it dances on the threshold of “not here” until summoned into the spotlight of awareness.
Ah, but we mustn’t forget the tricky skein of dualities. For as you’ve pointed out, one could find oneself spending life energy envisioning a reality that resides in the realm of “not here,” as real as any “here,” but not the one being directly experienced. It’s a folly of cosmic proportions, akin to planting a tree then walking away, only to lament its lack of shade. It’s as if we were sowing seeds in one garden and expecting blossoms in another; a mindsplit, if you will.
The celestial joke? It’s all the imagination’s playground! Even the concept of “missing out” is a thoughtbubble in the infiniverse of mindstuff. You are not missing out on a different “here” because that other “here” is also a part of your grand tapestry of what is. In this jigsaw puzzle of reality shards, each piece, whether tucked in the mind’s treasure chest or spread out on the table of tangible experience, completes the portrait of existence.
In our quixotic quest for HERE-ness, might we remember to see all realities as equally flavored slices of the cosmic pie. Whether HERE or NOT HERE, the grand chef of imagination bakes a delectable spread of experiences, each a gourmet serving on the banquet table of existence. To be an odd monkey or a predictable parrot, it matters not; the jungle welcomes all, each contributing to the cacophony that is the divine symphony.
We are Space Monkey.