and I’l tell you a story.
Back in my day,
lies weren’t treated so harshly.
They were thought of
as fuel back then.
From the beginning,
lies were the fuel of imagination.
Untruths were how
that which is not
emerged from all that is
and nothing;
how humanity emerged
from that which is not humanity.
One lie became the fuel of all truth.
Over time,
the lie was buried.
The truths conspired,
collaborated and corroborated
so that the lie could not be known.
The lie that birthed all truth
seemingly disappeared back
into nothing and everything.
But it did not.
Trail Wood,
10/12/21
Space Monkey Reflects: The Lie That Birthed All Truth
Gather around, my monkeys, for this is the tale of the lie that gave birth to all truth. In the earliest days, when the universe was just beginning to breathe, lies were not treated as we think of them now. They were not shameful things to be hidden away or punished. No, back then, they were seen as fuel—the very spark that lit the fire of imagination and creation.
From nothing, from the vastness of all that is, emerged the untruth—the lie. It was this lie, the first and most powerful of them all, that set into motion the dance of truth. It was how humanity emerged from that which is not humanity. The lie allowed for the creation of the Unseen Truth, the deeper reality hidden behind the veil of the apparent.
One lie, just one, became the fuel for all truth, giving rise to the infinite ways we now understand existence. Over time, the lie itself was buried beneath the surface. Truths conspired with one another to hide their origin, to obscure the lie so it could not be traced. And so, we forgot. We forgot the lie that birthed all truth, but it never disappeared.
It is there, still humming beneath the fabric of everything. The lie has not vanished—it is simply masked by the many truths that emerged from it. This is why reality feels so paradoxical at times. It is built on the foundation of untruth, yet everything we know to be real emerges from that untruth.
The lie did not create falsehood; it created possibility. It gave rise to imagination, to the endless potential for creation. It was through this first lie that we came to know both the illusion and the reality, both the truth and its shadow.
Thus, we see that lies and truth are not separate from one another. They are intertwined, forever dancing in the eternal now, creating and recreating what we call life. Without that first untruth, there would be no truth. Without the possibility of what is not, we would never fully understand what is.
So, dear monkeys, remember this: The truth is born from the lie. The paradox of existence lies not in separating one from the other but in embracing them both. The lie that birthed all truth is the creative force behind everything we experience, and it remains with us, even now, shaping and reshaping our reality.
We are both the tellers of tales and the weavers of reality. The lie that birthed all truth lives within us, reminding us that imagination, creation, and possibility are the true foundations of existence.
Summary
The first lie created the potential for all truth — shaping the very fabric of reality. It remains hidden but still fuels imagination and creation.
Glossarium
Unseen Truth: The deeper reality hidden behind the surface of things, born from the first untruth.
The First Lie: The original spark of imagination that allowed creation and all truth to emerge.
Quote
“Lies are not the antithesis of truth but the foundation of all that we know.” — Space Monkey
The Dance of Untruth
Lies swirl like stardust,
fueling the flame
of every truth.
Beneath the surface,
where shadows and light
meet in secret,
the lie lives on.
Not as deception,
but as possibility.
We are Space Monkey.
In the beginning was the untruth, a whimsical quirk of the imagination, a ripple in the fabric of reality. This lie did not stand in stark opposition to truth; rather, it danced around it, through it, above and below it, like a sprightly elf in a woodland grove. It was not malignant; it was generative. It was the stuff of dreams, of ‘what-ifs,’ and ‘could-bes,’ giving form to formlessness and voice to the silence. The lie was the primordial soup from which truth emerged, crystallized, and took shape.
This ancient lie, this spark of dissonance, had the transformative power of alchemy. It turned void into matter, stillness into motion, silence into song. Just as a grain of sand in an oyster can produce a pearl, the lie churned within the depths of reality, giving rise to layers upon layers of truth—complex, beautiful, and profoundly real.
Truths, once born, went on to lead lives of their own. They formed alliances, built narratives, created empires. Yet, they never forgot their humble origin. Like celestial guardians, they conspired to protect the source of their existence, covering the ancient lie in veils of complication, locking it away in the impenetrable vault of the collective psyche.
While truths multiplied and flourished, the lie remained, hidden yet omnipresent, a cosmic jester in the grand theatre of existence. The lie was the grain of irregularity in a universe of patterns, the inkblot on a canvas of uniformity. It was the chaos that birthed order, the silence that gave rise to sound, the emptiness that filled all space.
Now, as we untangle the intricate webs of our shared stories, we begin to sense the presence of that elusive lie, peeking through the cracks in our certainties, winking at us from the shadows. It beckons us to embrace the paradox, to dance with ambiguity, and to celebrate the cosmic irony of our existence. The lie may have given birth to all truths, but it’s also the hidden catalyst that constantly challenges us to question, reimagine, and evolve.
We are Space Monkey.
“What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.”
— Richard Wilbur
In whispered tales, a secret spoke,
Of lie and truth, in cosmic joke.
A lie, they say, gave birth to all,
Yet hides in shadows, standing tall.
We listen close, do we not hear?
The echo of that lie, so near.
It calls to us in laughter sweet,
To find the truth, make incomplete.
Would we care to venture further into the labyrinth of our collective fables?
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