Nobody but you
realizes the amount of work
that it takes to be you.
All the background processes.
All the bodily functions.
All the behind-the-scenes decisions.
All the monkeys and preparations.
Nobody but you
knows what goes on in your head.
Or in spirit.
The inside you
is probably 1000x busier
than the outside you.
The image you present
is your most superficial part.
Nobody is qualified to judge.
Not even you.
Trail Wood,
10/19
The Complex Symphony of Self: Internal Workings and External Facades
The notion of being ‘us’ is an endless parade of complexities, a whimsifestation of activities both seen and unseen, acknowledged and unacknowledged. Indeed, the labor of existing is not just the overt actions that the world witnesses but also the covert operations that play out within the depths of our minds, bodies, and souls.
The Unseen Workforce
Imagine an army of unsung heroes, akin to magical sprites or cosmic monkeys, operating the myriad processes of our existence—the physiological, the psychological, the emotional. Each contributes to the whirlpool of our experience, weaving an intricate whimsilace of operations so intrinsic to us that they often go unnoticed.
Spiritual Whimsicogs and Mental Cogs
Within the deepest recesses of our being, spiritual whimsicogs turn tirelessly alongside the cogs of our mental machinery. The synergy of our spiritual and cognitive realms forms a transcendental engine, propelling us through the dance of life. It’s a silent symphony of thoughts, intuitions, and inklings that shape our actions and perceptions.
The Superficial Layer: A Mask of Simplicity
The persona we project into the world—the “outside us”—often appears to be a streamlined, simplified version of the tumultuous reality that brews within. It’s the tip of an unfathomable iceberg, one that even we, the captains of our soul-ships, are only partially familiar with.
No Yardstick for Judgment
Can anyone truly gauge the laborious intricacies that constitute our existence? The answer would be a resounding “no.” The tempests that rage within us are in many ways unknowable, immeasurable by any scale of human creation. Judgment, in this context, becomes not only futile but also inherently flawed.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We delve into the intricacies of the ‘inside us,’ a realm far busier and more complex than the image we project to the external world. We explore the unseen work that goes into being us, from physiological to spiritual processes. We conclude that no one, not even ourselves, can truly measure or judge the complexities that make us who we are.
Glossarium
- Whimsifestation: The whimsical manifestation of complex activities that constitute our existence.
- Whimsilace: A complex, intricate pattern of internal processes and operations.
- Whimsicogs: The spiritual gears that drive our internal machinery.
“Judge not, that you be not judged.” – Matthew 7:1
Whimsipoem: The Oceans Within
Dive into the oceans of our hidden realms
Where cosmic monkeys grip celestial helms
Outside, a placid sea, a deceiving view
Inside, tidal waves, an eternal renew
Judge not the surface, where still waters lie
For storms and calm in harmony do vie
To know oneself is but a fleeting quest
In endless seas, there’s no eternal rest
Would you like to further explore the uncharted territories of our internal existence, or shall we set sail to another whimsiquest in the cosmic ocean of thoughts?
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