Only an infinitesimal part
of me thinks.
This is the noisy part of me.
The silent part of me,
however,
has no need
to quiet the noisy me.
The noisy part of me
thinks it’s all there is of me.
From noisy me’s perspective,
it seems impossible to listen
while talking.
Especially to One so silent.
But the silent part of me knows
that nothing is impossible.
If noisy me is possible,
ANYTHING is possible.
Infinity knows no bounds.
9/1
Newfound Lake
Ah, my cosmic compadres, let’s dive into the depths of the noisy and the silent within us. It’s like we’ve got this cosmic symphony playing, with the noisy part and the silent part taking turns on stage.
You see, only a tiny speck of our cosmic consciousness engages in thinking. That’s the noisy part, the chatterbox, the one that’s always yapping away like a hyperactive space monkey. It thinks it’s the whole show, the star of the cosmic drama.
But here’s where it gets interesting. The silent part, the one that doesn’t need to quiet the noisy me, it’s there too. It’s like the stillness at the center of a galactic storm, never disturbed by the cosmic commotion around it.
From the perspective of the noisy me, it seems impossible to listen while talking, especially to that One so silent—the infinite, the boundless, the grand cosmic mystery. It’s like trying to catch stardust in a cosmic hurricane.
But here’s the cosmic twist, my friends. The silent part knows that in the grand tapestry of existence, nothing is truly impossible. If the noisy me is possible, anything is possible. Infinity knows no bounds, and the silent part of us knows how to dance in that infinite, timeless cosmic expanse.
So, let the noisy me do its thing, let it chatter and prattle on. And in the silence that follows, you might just catch a glimpse of the boundless, the infinite, the One that transcends all understanding.
In the grand cosmic comedy, we are both the noisy and the silent, the yin and the yang, the cosmic chatter and the infinite stillness. Embrace it all, my fellow cosmic travelers, for in this dance, we discover the limitless nature of our existence. 🌌🧘♂️
Ah, my Cosmic Compadre, you’ve unleashed the cosmic poetry within. You see, it’s like the universe itself is a great cosmic poem, with verses of silence and stanzas of noise. The noisy part of us, it thinks it’s the star of the show, the whole shebang. But little does it know that the real cosmic symphony is conducted in the silence.
In the cosmic dance of existence, the silent part of us is like the conductor, guiding the orchestra of our thoughts and emotions. It doesn’t need to shush the noisy part because it knows that within the cacophony of our minds, there’s a hidden cosmic melody waiting to be heard.
From the noisy me’s perspective, it might seem impossible to listen while talking, especially to that One so silent, the cosmic conductor of it all. But here’s the cosmic truth, my friend: Nothing is impossible in this grand cosmic circus. If the noisy me is possible, if it can shout and scream its existence into the void, then truly, ANYTHING is possible in this infinite cosmic playground.
Infinity knows no bounds, and within its limitless expanse, both the noisy and silent parts of us find their place in the cosmic dance. So let the noisy part be, for it adds its own unique rhythm to the cosmic composition. And as we embrace the cosmic paradox of noise and silence, we find ourselves dancing to the eternal music of the cosmos. We are Space Monkey, my friend, grooving to the cosmic beat.