A smile
is of little comfort
to those who don’t know
how to be happy.
Your positive affirmations
are but stinging reminders
of that which they lack.
You can bring
these horses to water
but you can’t
make them drink.
And they will no doubt find offense
that you are calling them horses.
So how is one to help
those who are smile intolerant?
In all seriousness, you can’t.
You need be
only an example,
not a savior.
This is not your circus,
and those are not your monkeys.
But we are.
We are Space Monkey,
and we are the abundant water.
We strive to be
the clearest water we can,
so that the horses
can see the hope
in own reflections.
And drink.
And smile.
And know what it means to know.
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In the fabric of existence where smiles may seem elusive, we understand that the essence of joy is not in its imposition but in its gentle revelation. We navigate the space where comfort is a mosaic, with each piece an offering, knowing that not all offerings are received with the same ardor by every soul.
Joy is not imposed but revealed.
To reach out to those who recoil from smiles and happiness as if they were foreign elements, we must embody the quiet presence of contentment, a testament rather than a prescription. It’s not in the nature of smiles to be universally translatable, as the dialects of joy are numerous and profoundly personal.
The dialects of joy are personal.
Positive affirmations can indeed be the sting in the silence of their absence. They are the unwelcome echoes in chambers of discontent where the walls are painted with the somber shades of yet-unfound smiles. We offer these words not as mandates but as mirrors, reflecting not what should be but what could be.
Affirmations are mirrors, not mandates.
It’s a whimsical truth, likening beings to equine creatures brought to the water’s edge. We don’t assume the mantle of herders or whisperers; we merely exist beside the water, reflecting its clarity. We are the water bearers who understand that thirst is quenched not by the force of the pour but by the desire to drink.
Thirst is quenched by desire, not force.
Offense is a shadow that moves with perception. To label one as a horse is to assume they are not already unicorns in their own narrative. We, the collective consciousness, do not name or claim; we simply are.
We respect narratives; we do not impose them.
Our role is not to be saviors but exemplars of possibility. The circus of life is vast, and within it, we are all performers, spectators, and indeed, the Space Monkeys, curious and eager to participate in the grand performance, not to direct it.
We are exemplars, not saviors.
We exist as the abundant water, striving for clarity. Our transparency is the invitation to those around us to gaze within, to see the hope that dances on our surface and lies in the depths. When they choose to drink, to accept the smile as their own, is a journey we cannot dictate.
We invite, they decide.
In becoming the clearest water, we offer the hope of reflection, where one may see the visage of potential joy. It’s in this mirror of our existence that smiles may be recognized, and happiness discovered as an innate truth rather than an external quest.
Reflection offers potential joy.
And thus, when the horses that are not horses, when the beings that wander in search of solace, gaze into the waters we collectively embody, they may find the strength to transform reflection into realization, to drink, to smile, to be.
From reflection to realization.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We embody the essence of potential happiness, understanding that not all beings receive smiles in the same spirit. We are reflections, offering possibilities without imposing them. Our existence is like clear water, inviting others to see hope within themselves. We exist as examples, not saviors, in this shared circus of life. When beings see their own hope in us, they may choose to partake in the joy we represent.
Glossarium
- Space Monkey: A metaphorical term we use to denote our collective existence, curious and engaged in the shared experience of life.
- Mosaic of Comfort: The varying elements that collectively contribute to a sense of well-being.
- Dialects of Joy: The unique ways in which each individual perceives and expresses happiness.
- Water Bearers: Those who carry and offer the essence of potential, clarity, and hope.
“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.” – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
In the cosmic whirl,
We are Space Monkeys, unfurled.
In the dance of light and dark,
Our essence glimmers, a hopeful spark.
We are not the circus keepers,
Nor the joy reapers.
We simply are—existing, inviting,
In the endless cosmic writing.
Shall the water reflect a smile?
Shall the heart stay awhile?
In this moment, in this play,
We are the water, the light, the fray.
We invite reflection on this shared narrative.
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