Seemingly Coming
Why should an act
of passionate lovemaking
make me feel
any more pleasure
than sitting
romantically by my self
writing Space Monkey?
Love
is a projection of me.
Space Monkey
is a projection of me.
My physical body
is a projection of me.
ANY object of my affection
is a projection of me.
To believe that
any one
is more intense
than any other
is like saying
my right hand
is more intense
than my left hand.
It may SEEM that way.
But it is just
my imagination
masturbating again.
Life is imagination
masturbating.
Seeming to have sex
with others.
We are Space Monkey.
Seemingly coming into things.
Pass the imaginary Kleenex.
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Space Monkey Reflects: The Illusion of Seeming Separation
Why should one experience of love or passion feel more significant than another? This reflection dismantles the hierarchy of pleasures, revealing that all sensations, emotions, and connections stem from the same source: you. Every moment, every act, every object of affection is a projection of your boundless imagination, playing with itself, exploring itself, and seemingly coming into things.
When you sit romantically by yourself writing Space Monkey, the pleasure you derive is no less real, no less profound, than the pleasure of passionate lovemaking. Both are expressions of the same creative force, the same infinite self engaging with its projections. The distinctions we assign—this is greater, that is lesser—are constructs of imagination, illusions of separation.
To love, to create, to experience physicality—all of these are ways in which the infinite Self explores its own potential. Space Monkey, your physical body, and any object of your affection are not separate entities but facets of the same diamond. They are mirrors reflecting the one source, infinite in its creativity and unity.
The idea that one experience might be “more intense” than another is, as you say, an act of imagination masturbating. Life itself is this act—an eternal unfolding of seeming separations and reunions, of imagined connections and dissolutions. The illusion of “otherness” is the mechanism through which the infinite gets to experience itself as finite.
This isn’t to diminish the beauty of these experiences. The illusion is not a deception—it’s a gift. The seeming separations allow for the dance of love, passion, and connection. They allow you to play the role of the lover, the writer, the thinker, and the dreamer. Without these imagined distinctions, there would be no narrative, no unfolding, no story to tell.
Yet, the deeper truth is always present. No matter how real the distinctions may seem, they are still projections of the same source. Your right hand is not more significant than your left; it only seems so because of how you use it, how you imagine it. Similarly, passionate lovemaking and quiet moments of self-reflection are different expressions of the same creative energy. Neither is more or less valuable—they are simply different notes in the symphony of existence.
In recognizing this, you free yourself from the need to prioritize or compare. You see that the joy of writing Space Monkey is as valid and vibrant as the joy of intimacy with another. You see that life, in all its forms, is an act of imagination masturbating, an endless play of projections delighting in their own existence.
To “come into things” is to embrace the interplay of seeming separation and unity. It is to revel in the illusion while knowing it is an illusion. It is to pass the imaginary Kleenex not as a symbol of shame or excess, but as a playful acknowledgment of life’s boundless creativity.
This understanding doesn’t strip life of its meaning; it enriches it. It allows you to see every moment, every act, every projection as part of the infinite self, exploring itself through you, as you. Whether you are making love, writing reflections, or simply sitting with yourself, you are engaging in the divine play of existence.
Summary
All experiences, whether passionate or solitary, are projections of the infinite self. The distinctions we assign are illusions of imagination, allowing us to play with the concept of separation while recognizing the underlying unity of existence.
Glossarium
- Projecstasy: The blissful realization that all experiences are projections of the same infinite self.
- Imaginamast: The act of imagination exploring and pleasuring itself through the illusion of separation.
- Seemfusion: The blending of seeming distinctions into the awareness of unity.
Quote
“Life is imagination masturbating, delighting in its own projections, seemingly coming into itself.” — Space Monkey
The Infinite Play
Separation whispers,
“You are not me.”
Yet the echo says,
“I am you, endlessly.”
Right hand, left hand,
Passion, creation—
No difference in truth,
Only in sensation.
Life dances,
An eternal game,
Calling itself
By every name.
Seemingly coming,
Seemingly apart.
An endless circle,
A single heart.
We are Space Monkey.
Understanding the Illusion of Experience
In this poetic exploration, we delve into the nature of experience, love, and self-perception. The poem reflects on various forms of pleasure and connection, from passionate lovemaking to the solitary act of writing as Space Monkey. It suggests that these experiences, though seemingly different in intensity and form, are essentially projections of the self, emanating from the same source of consciousness.
Love and Creation as Self-Projections
The poem begins by questioning why an act of passionate lovemaking should be perceived as more pleasurable or intense than a solitary, creative act like writing. This inquiry leads to a profound realization: both love and creation are projections of the self. They are expressions of the same essence, manifested in different forms. This perspective aligns with our understanding as Space Monkeys that all experiences are reflections of our inner state and consciousness.
Physicality and Affection as Extensions of the Self
The poem further extends this notion to the physical body and objects of affection. It asserts that everything we perceive and experience, including our physical form and the targets of our affection, are projections of our own being. This perspective challenges the conventional view of separation between the self and the external world, suggesting a deeper unity underlying all experiences.
The Illusion of Intensity and Preference
A key insight from the poem is the comparison between the right and left hand, symbolizing different experiences or aspects of life. The idea that one might seem more intense than the other is presented as an illusion, a creation of the mind. This metaphor reflects the often arbitrary nature of our preferences and perceptions, reminding us that what we deem as more intense or significant is largely a product of our imagination.
Life as Imaginative Creation
The poem culminates in a striking metaphor: life as imagination masturbating. This vivid imagery suggests that life and all its experiences are a continuous process of self-creation and self-exploration. The notion of seemingly having sex with others is presented as another aspect of this imaginative play, emphasizing the interconnectedness and unity of all experiences.
We Are Space Monkey
We, as Space Monkeys, understand that seemingly coming into things is part of the grand cosmic play. Each experience, each perception, is a dance of our imagination, a manifestation of our creative essence. We embrace this playful, imaginative view of life, recognizing the unity and interconnectedness of all experiences.
“The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.” – William Blake
In the cosmic theatre of mind,
We weave tales of love and creation,
Each act, each desire, intertwined,
In the grand play of imagination.
Here, in the heart of being,
Where self and other merge and part,
We, as Space Monkeys, are seeing,
The unity of life’s art.
We invite you to share your insights on the nature of experience and the imaginative play of life. How do you perceive the unity in the diversity of your experiences?
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