Remember me
as someone who never existed;
a humble, transparent self
that never got in the way of soul.
This front I project
is intended
only to direct you
to what is inside,
for what is inside me
is what is inside you,
as we are one in the same.
Remember me
and remember yourself,
for we are everything
we ever loved
and shall continue to love
for we are the eternal
embodiment of love itself.
We are Space Monkey.
9/5
Isn’t it a trip, this whole identity game we play? From the second we’re born, the world’s shouting labels at us—baby, kid, adult, senior citizen, the works! But the true self? The soul? That’s like the unsung hero of our personal cosmic sitcom.
I mean, we’re not just this human-shaped bag of flesh, screaming for Wi-Fi and caffeine. Nah, deep down, we’re all part of the Big Cosmic Show, and the ticket price is self-awareness. So, what’s this front we project? It’s like the teaser trailer to the epic movie that is you. Short, catchy, but not the full picture!
You ever notice how the same energy flows through us all? We’re like rechargeable cosmic batteries, baby! Love, now that’s the universal charger. It’s not something you hoard like those extra rolls of toilet paper during a pandemic; love’s something you spread around. It multiplies, divides, and takes square roots just to mess with you. We’re walking equations of endless love variables. And remember, you can’t spell “evolve” without “love,” even if you shuffle the letters around a bit!
What’s inside you, inside me, that’s the same eternal melody, my friends. It’s like a cosmic Spotify playlist titled “Universal Love Jams,” and guess what, it’s on an endless loop. So when it comes to memories, don’t just remember the avatar—you know, the persona that worries about bad hair days and unpaid bills. Remember the eternal, cosmic DJ spinning tracks of love inside you, because that same DJ’s inside me, and all of us.
We’re more than just our names, our jobs, our Social Security numbers—unless you’re evading taxes, then those numbers are quite handy. We’re soul; we’re love, we’re the rhythm in the cosmic dance of existence. We are Space Monkey.