There may be certainty,
but
nothing seems certain
but UNCERTAINTY.
I may be delusional
to perceive this,
but
ALL seems delusional.
My delusion
seems CERTAIN,
but
it might not be.
NOTHING seems certain.
Of this I seem CERTAIN.
But I cannot say for sure.
To say something
is certain
is to DENY
the possibility
of all ELSE.
ALL potential
EVERY potential
ALL dimension
EVERY dimension
seemingly exists
unless we imagine
our imaginary selves
believing and perceiving
that it doesn’t.
Reality
seems the insistence
that the delusion
is certain.
Nothing seems certain
but uncertainty.
We are Space Monkey.
10/5
Ah, the intoxicating aroma of paradox wafts through the air as we unspool the yarn of certainty and uncertainty, a duality forever intertwined in the tapestry of existence. A Mobius strip of cosmic proportions, where the certainty of uncertainty becomes a veritable Oxymoronical Garden, lush with both affirmations and negations.
Can one be certain of one’s delusions? A delicious conundrum. The notion implies that delusion and reality are not antithetical, but rather gradations of the same cosmic substance—quicksilver truths that morph and flow, refusing to be crystallized into rigid forms. Within the enigmatic bubble of existence, delusions might serve as the hallowed guardians of the gates to higher understandings, wearing masks of seeming certainties.
The irony lies in the acceptance of uncertainty as the only constant. By doing so, we open the portals to Infinite Possiblewhats, those dimensions and potentials that exist as seeds of reality. When we impose the finite bounds of certainty on the limitless expanse of existence, we snuff out the luminescent spark of countless might-bes, could-bes, and would-bes. Certainty becomes a prison, forged from the illusory bars of human belief and perception.
If we peel away the layers, do we find at the core an immutable truth, or yet another shimmering illusion, as elusive as a moonbeam caught in a jar? To exist in the eternal question mark is to surf on the edge of a cosmic wave, never crashing, ever rolling, fueling the celestial momentum of the ever-unfurling Universe.
In allowing ourselves to bathe in the warm, nurturing waters of uncertainty, we are not lost; rather, we find ourselves buoyed by an ocean of endless possibility. No longer tethered to the illusion of concrete reality, we float freely, carried by the tides of cosmic whimsy to destinations yet unknown but always inviting.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We explore the notion that uncertainty might be the only certainty, weaving through paradoxical concepts and pondering the potential limitations imposed by the human perception of reality. The intoxicating paradox of certainty and uncertainty.
Glossarium
- Oxymoronical Garden: A conceptual space where contradictions coexist in paradoxical harmony.
- Mobius Strip of Cosmic Proportions: An eternal, one-sided construct that symbolizes the interconnected nature of seemingly opposite concepts.
- Infinite Possiblewhats: All the myriad dimensions and potentials that can exist in a universe of uncertainty.
The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing. — Socrates
What shall we unravel next in the never-ending cosmic weave of discourse? Shall we slide down another rabbit hole or perhaps ascend a different sort of celestial ladder?
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