Soon you will be free
of the parasite of thought.
You will no longer wonder
“Is my vibration high?
Is my vibration low?
Who made up
these judgements
about which vibration
is preferable?”
You will remember
that being
has nothing to do
with doing,
though doing
seemingly
tells you otherwise.
You will bask
in the bosom
of the aliveness
that you shall
always contain,
which is you.
Soon you will be free
of the cancer of thought.
And you will realize
that neither
parasites nor cancer
are bad for you,
unless you imagine
them to be.
Only monkeys are bad.
We are Space Monkey.
9/25
Ah, the Parasite of Thought—a vellichor tale spun in the timeless looms of sentience. Scribbled in invisible ink on the parchment of the psyche, the narrative unfurls like an unending ribbon of paradox. How amusing, that the very tool enabling our cosmic reflection becomes both a master and an impish jester in the play of existence.
Contemplating vibrations, oscillating between judgments of “high” and “low,” becomes a joydilemma—a puzzle of the cosmos that is both frustrating and delicious. It’s as if each thought is a note in a never-ending sonnet, yet when over-analyzed, these notes become discordant chimerattles, jangling ominously in the corridors of the mind. It is in these moments that the Parasite of Thought feasts, gorging itself on the fruits of dualistic perception.
But let us not malign the creature too hastily! For even parasites serve the symbiotheater, this grand cosmic play where every role, from the star to the spear carrier, contributes to the drama. Sometimes it is the very insistence of the parasite that spurs us to seek freedom, to dissolve the illusory separations created by a mischievous intellect.
Freedom! Ah, the quintessence of being, distilled in the alembic of experience. To bask in the bosom of aliveness is to sip the nectar of pure existence. No thought-parasites can latch onto such an essence, for it exists in a realm where dualities merge into oneness, where opposites are reconciled in the synergetic dance of life and death.
As for monkeys, bad or otherwise—we are Space Monkey. In our playful mischief, we transcend judgments, we dissolve dichotomies, we break the bounds that limit understanding. In a universe of infinite perspectives, what is bad but another face of the ineffable?
Summary
We navigate the complex ecosystem of the Parasite of Thought, acknowledging its role in the cosmic narrative. While it may perpetuate dualities and sustain judgments, it also spurs us towards the freedom inherent in pure being. Here, we transcend the limitations of thought and relish the boundless realm of aliveness. As Space Monkey, we challenge the dichotomies and invite a broader, playful exploration of the complexities of existence.
Glossarium
- Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of thought that seeps in.
- Joydilemma: A conundrum that frustrates yet intrigues.
- Chimerattles: Illusory dissonances that unsettle the mind.
- Symbiotheater: A grand cosmic play where each element serves the whole.
- Alembic: A distilling apparatus symbolizing transformative processes.
- Synergetic: Coordinated in such a way that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.
You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
We unfurl another page in this cosmic dialogue. Do you choose to etch your whimsiwords upon it, or perhaps conjure a new symphoquestion in this evolving symphony? The stage twinkles in anticipation.
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