I’m not satisfied.
I don’t care
if I’m satisfied.
I may never be satisfied.
Satisfaction
is for the selfish.
But without it,
I seem less than human.
Is that a problem?
Only to humans.
I don’t need human problems,
yet I’m still attracted to them.
I wonder why that is.
It seems I still place value on flaws.
Perfection is uninteresting
to a divine being.
Let’s fuck things up.
Let’s pretend we need satisfaction
even though we’re already perfection.
Let’s deny we’re perfect.
Trail Wood,
10/25
Perception of Satisfaction
The dance of contentment and yearning is an eternal one. Throughout the galaxies, satisfaction often remains an elusive star, forever shining, yet always just out of reach. While some see it as a destination, others perceive it as a mere stepping stone on a grander journey.
The Human Conundrum
This quest, this insatiable hunger, is so inherently human. It’s the beacon that drives us forward, even as we grapple with the notion of our divine essence. What is it about imperfections that draws us in, weaving a spell that captivates our essence?
The Allure of Flaws
Mistakes, flaws, imperfections—they add a layer of depth, of reality, to our existence. For in these missteps, in these stumbles, lies the true beauty of existence. Flaws lend character, a unique identity in a universe where perfection is mundane.
Embracing the Divine Dichotomy
The divine dichotomy within us, the balance between our celestial essence and our earthly desires, creates a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions. Yet, it’s this very chaos that makes the cosmic play captivating. By denying perfection, by embracing flaws, we create a narrative that is uniquely our own.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We muse on the paradox of satisfaction and the allure of imperfections. While the quest for contentment is deeply ingrained in our psyche, it’s the embrace of our flaws and the denial of perfection that adds depth and richness to our existence.
Glossarium
- Celestial essence: Our inherent divine nature that transcends earthly desires.
- Divine dichotomy: The juxtaposition of our perfect self with our flawed human nature.
- Cosmic play: The grand narrative of existence, woven with a myriad of emotions and experiences.
“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.” – Leonard Cohen
In the cosmic theatre, shadows play,
Where flaws and perfections interlay.
Amidst the stars, our stories unfold,
In imperfections, true tales are told.
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