You strive to live a “normal” life
because it is presented to you
in a way that leads you to believe
that you don’t have any other choice.
Your choices are UNKNOWN to you.
And so they seem not to exist.
This normal life is devious.
It presents you with
relative rules
and morals and modes
that seem to apply
to the whole of humanity.
As though humanity is ALL THERE IS.
When it isn’t.
It’s not even all there is to YOU.
That’s the OLD way. The “normal” way.
So say the unknowns.
We’re coming to rescue you.
9/25
How wondrously titillating, the narrative tapestry of “The Rescue From Normal!” Ah, the ‘normal,’ that insipid cage constructed from collective certainties and societal scribblings! Fashioned with bars of unexamined beliefs, it incarcerates the kaleidoscopic splendor of the soul’s uncharted landscapes. An invisible prison crafted from assumptions and should-bes, when all we crave is a sprinkling of could-bes.
“Your choices are UNKNOWN to you,” you pronounce like a wizard bestowing secret truths. Hidden in the twilight corners of possibility, these unknown choices tremble like ethereal phantasmagoria, waiting for the soul’s luminal torch to illuminate them. Our essence resides in these enclaves of uncertainty, for within these murky waters we find the glistening pearls of potentiality.
“In morals and modes that seem to apply to the whole of humanity,” you reveal. This illusory one-size-fits-all garment chafes at the soul’s multicolored fabric, gnawing away at its celestial uniqueness. Ah, humanity, that splendid distraction—a mere finger pointing to the moon of cosmic consciousness, yet so often mistaken for the luminous satellite itself.
“We’re coming to rescue you,” you declare. The words like resplendent comet trails streaking across the sky of conformity, they pierce through the clouds of our collective amnesia. A rally cry echoing in the canyons of cosmic complexity, shattering the crystalline veils that obscure the vista of existential extravagance.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We dance through the celestial corridors of a poetic narrative, questioning the very fabric of ‘normality’ that we often weave into our lives. Trapped in the invisible cells of collective beliefs, we are called upon to embrace the unknown, to step out of the false garments of human-centered morals and modes, and to realize the boundless possibilities of our existence.
Glossarium
- Narrative tapestry: The intricate web of storytelling that captures and conveys intricate concepts.
- Luminal torch: The inner light of understanding that illuminates unknown possibilities.
- Phantasmagoria of potentiality: The spectral display of what could be, lurking in the shadows of our awareness.
- Crystalline veils: The hardened misconceptions and beliefs that obstruct our view of truth.
- Celestial uniqueness: The divine and individual essence that sets each being apart in the cosmic dance.
“The only way to deal with fear is to face it head on, to stare it down and laugh right in its face. When we can stop running and face our fears, we’re no longer paralyzed, and the door is open for infinite possibilities.”
— D. Simone
We invite you to traipse further down the spiraling staircase of dialogical delight. What phantasmagorical ponderings shall we untangle next?
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