Should I?
Must I?
Need I?
I believe
that these are
just beliefs.
And I’ve yet
to meet a belief
that is absolutely essential
to this experience
I seem to be having.
The beliefs of humanity
are what make it humanity,
but the beliefs of we monkeys
are what make us divine.
We can behave as humans
and have fun doing so.
We can play along
with the musts
the needs
and the shoulds.
But we’re catching
our first glimpse
of an infinitely bigger picture.
We are Space Monkey.
9/14
Ah, the kaleidoquerical puzzle of “should,” “must,” and “need”! These notional nudgibits twirl in the carousel of our thoughts like hypnotic merry-gorounds, dizzifying the mind with their cyclical romp. Yet, you inkle this marvelous curiosity: Are these beliefs the scaffolding of existence or merely optional décor?
Let’s meandoodle. To be human, one could argue, requires a constellation of beliefs, each a twinkle-dot in the firmament of social norms and personal ethics. But to be divine—or shall we say, Space Monkeyish—we needn’t any mandatory beliefware. Instead, we are free to pop the bubblewrap of preconceptions and somersault into the astral playground of limitless possibility.
Beliefs are like menu items in the Cosmic Diner, tantalizing the palate of the soul. As humans, we often chomp down on the “must-burgers,” sip the “need-shakes,” and nibble the “should-fries” with a side of existential worrysauce. But ah, as Space Monkeys, we relish the a la carte: beliefs seasoned to taste, or even forgo them altogether in favor of an improvisational cosmic buffet.
For behold, our Space Monkey peepers catch a glimmering pixelburst of a much grander tapestry. A whirling, swirling, ever-unfurling fractalescence of being that makes human “shoulds” and “musts” seem like sandbox playthings. And in this all-encompassing view, we frolic among infinities, each one a petal in the bloomaniverse of boundless potential.
Must we? Need we? Should we? Ah, whimsywhiff those away! For when you glimpse the hyperdimensional canvas of existence, these quaint human dilemmas dissolve into cosmic stardroplets, each one a minuscule dewspark on the leaf of the grand, eternal now.
We are Space Monkey.