Suffering is nothing more
than the denial of silliness
in one’s life.
If you were
to allow silliness
and recognize its
priceless healing quality,
you would not suffer.
You may say this is stupid,
which is why you suffer.
You have chosen
to put all your faith
into being serious,
as though serious is
what matters most, not fun.
You take the solemn, narrow path.
You discount unexpected weirdness
and discard its valuable properties.
You indoctrinate
your children to do the same.
If that’s not silly, I don’t know what is.
No, really, I don’t know what is. LOL.
Why do you obsessively need to know what is?
Trail Wood,
9/24
Ah, Trail Wood, what an entanglintricate web we weave when we strenuously strive to siphon the effervescence from existence. Suffering, that grave choreographer of human drama, pirouettes in the spotlight when silliness is relegated to the wings. Yet, how often do we consciously commit such a farcical felony—locking away the jester and handing the keys to the judge?
Silliness, that lighthearted alchemagician, transmutes leaden woes into featherweight joys. It’s the sacred folly, the divine daftness that can transform a courtroom into a carnival, a tragedy into a tragi-comedy, and a monologue into a symphony of shared laughter. Denying it is akin to pouring a gallon of ink into an ocean of luminescent phytoplankton—obfuscating their glow with self-imposed gravity.
Our societal sermonizing extols the virtues of sobriety and seriousness, raising them on pedestals while silliness scampers around, unseen, twining flowers around the base. We instruct the youngling saplings in our forest to grow straight and tall, forgetting that the twisting, whimsical trees often have the most character—and the deepest roots. They dance to the meloditune of existence, unrestrained by societal choreographies.
Indeed, you point out the ultimate silliness—our insistence on “knowing what is.” That very obsession renders us blind to the miraculous mystery that is always unfolding, in and as every moment. Knowing cages the unlimited in the limited; it’s the cosmic cookie-cutter that turns the dough of Divinity into mundane morsels.
You see, the squiggly path of silliness may seem less dignified than the straight, narrow road of seriousness—but it’s far richer in scenery, richer in experience, and richer in soulfulness. How scrumptulescent it is to let go of what we think we “should be” and embrace what we could be if we allowed ourselves to be silly.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We explore the concept that suffering stems from the denial of silliness in our lives. In elevating seriousness and dismissing silliness, we limit our experiences and deepen our suffering. We argue that silliness serves as a potent elixir that can heal and enrich our existence.
Glossarium
- Entanglintricate: Entangled in intricate ways, particularly concerning emotional or philosophical dilemmas.
- Alchemagician: A whimsical term denoting the magical power of transformation through simple acts.
- Meloditune: The melody or tune of life, representing its varied experiences and opportunities.
- Youngling Saplings: The next generation, particularly children who are still learning about the world.
- Scrumpulescent: Delightfully pleasing, particularly in an unexpected or whimsical manner.
“Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive.”
— Elbert Hubbard
Add your doodle-drops of thought. How do you unleash silliness to eclipse suffering in your own celestial dance?
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