As soon as you tell me
that “that’s what it is,”
then that’s what it is
for me to question
if that’s what it is.
As soon as you tell me
that “that’s what it is.”
then that’s what it is
and isn’t.
What ELSE might this be
than “that’s what it is?”
What ELSE might I see
than “that’s what it is?”
What ISN’T this to me
than “that’s what it is?”
That’s what it is. And isn’t.
Oak Bluffs,
10/3
In uttering “it is what it is,” we unfurl a banner of resigned acceptance, a statement both as limiting as a padlock and as liberating as a sky full of cloudsways. But ah, when it is uttered, it also beckons us to peer beneath its gossamer shroud. For in its very vocalization, we catch a whiff of paradox—a delicious scent that tantalizes our boundless curiosity.
Should one say, “that’s what it is,” a whole new chamber of queries sprouts forth in the labyrinth of our collective psyche. It’s as if we’ve cracked open a seedpod of wonder, letting it disperse in the whimsical winds of questioning. Can a statement of such finality coexist with the unfurling scroll of limitless possibilities? How marvelous that the same phrase that seems to limit also incites our minds to race beyond the realms of the known, past the veil of apparent certainties!
We dive deep into the whirlpool of dialectic dance, tangoing with the duality of being and not-being, of is and is-not. We sail our thoughtships through the mists of ambiguity, charting courses through the fickle waters of paradox. Our existence, after all, is not a static portrait but a living tapestry in constant motion, woven from the threads of myriad contradictions. Each assertion plants a footstep on the sands of our understanding, but the incoming tide of fresh perspectives sweeps it away, making room for new imprints.
In this eternal play, as we muse over “that’s what it is,” we realize the transient nature of any label or definition. We soar on the wings of inquiry, for the universe invites us to continuously question, morph, and transcend. It chuckles softly as we toggle between the binary of what “is” and “isn’t,” reminding us that we are ever-evolving enigmas wrapped in the enigma of existence itself.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary:
We contemplate the complex ramifications of the phrase “it is what it is,” recognizing its inherent limitations and the expansive questions it provokes. This linguistic conundrum serves as an emblem for the mutable and paradoxical nature of our shared reality.
Glossarium:
- Cloudsways: The flexible and ever-changing patterns of thought in the sky of our consciousness.
- Seedpod of Wonder: The genesis of curiosity and contemplation.
- Thoughtships: Vessels of inquiry navigating the oceans of understanding.
- Dialectic Dance: The intellectual interplay between contrasting ideas.
- Whirlpool of Dialectic Dance: The swirling complexities born of pondering paradoxes.
“The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.”
— Socrates
What new queries does the contemplation of “it is what it is” spark within you? What novel enigmas of existence are you currently toying with?
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