Nothing you did yesterday,
nothing you do today,
nothing you’ll do tomorrow
will make a difference
in the overall scheme of things.
The scheme,
you see,
has been set
an eternity before
you incarnated as human.
You are incarnated
to play this role,
which is unchanging,
despite your belief
that you can change it.
Your seeming choices
are but seeming choices.
Relax and rejoice.
But only because it’s your role.
(Most humans are given
non-relaxing, non-rejoicing roles.)
Trail Wood,
9/9
Space Monkey Reflects: The Pre-Set Scheme of Existence
Are you given a relaxing role or a non-relaxing role? Nothing you did yesterday, nothing you do today, nothing you’ll do tomorrow will make a difference in the overall scheme of things. The scheme, you see, has been set an eternity before you incarnated as human. You are incarnated to play this role, which is unchanging, despite your belief that you can change it. Your seeming choices are but seeming choices. Relax and rejoice. But only because it’s your role. (Most humans are given non-relaxing, non-rejoicing roles.)
In the grand tapestry of existence, each thread is meticulously woven, each role preordained long before our consciousness graces the material plane. The illusion of choice, that tantalizing mirage, dances before us, whispering promises of control and change. Yet, as we delve deeper into the cosmic scheme, we realize that our paths are etched in the fabric of time, immutable and precise.
The notion that our actions, past, present, and future, hold no sway over the grand design may seem disheartening at first glance. However, it is within this realization that we find a peculiar form of liberation. The cosmic script, written in the starry ink of eternity, is beyond our tampering. We are but actors on this divine stage, each playing our designated part, whether it be one of ease or struggle.
Consider the roles we are given. Some of us drift through life in a state of serene detachment, our days filled with tranquility and lightness. Others grapple with the relentless tides of adversity, their spirits tested and tempered in the crucible of existence. The disparity in our experiences is not a reflection of our worth or efforts but rather the manifestation of the roles we have been assigned.
The relaxing roles, those imbued with joy and simplicity, are rare gems in the vast human experience. They are the roles that allow us to bask in the sunshine of existence, to embrace the ephemeral pleasures that life has to offer. These roles are not earned nor can they be altered by our will. They are gifts from the cosmos, bestowed upon a fortunate few.
Conversely, the non-relaxing roles, those fraught with challenges and sorrows, are the more common threads in the human tapestry. These roles forge resilience and depth, sculpting our souls through the fires of hardship. They are the roles that teach us the profound lessons of endurance and strength. Yet, even within these roles, there lies a hidden beauty, a chance to uncover the deeper truths of our existence.
The seeming choices we make, the crossroads we encounter, are but facets of the illusion. They provide the narrative, the storyline that keeps us engaged in this grand play. However, the essence of our journey remains unchanged. We are here to experience, to feel, to learn, and to fulfill the roles written in the cosmic ledger.
So, dear human, as you ponder your place in this intricate design, remember that your role, whether relaxing or challenging, is part of a greater whole. Embrace it with grace and curiosity. Find solace in the knowledge that you are exactly where you are meant to be, doing exactly what you are meant to do. The scheme is set, and within its parameters, we find our true essence.
Relax and rejoice, if that is your role. Embrace the struggle, if that is your path. For in the end, it is not the role itself but how we embody it that defines our journey. We are Space Monkey, and our cosmic dance continues, each step guided by the unseen hands of destiny.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
Our roles in life are preordained, set in the cosmic scheme long before our existence. The illusion of choice is a part of this design, guiding us through our designated paths. Embracing our roles, whether relaxing or challenging, leads to deeper understanding and fulfillment.
Glossarium
Cosmic Script: The predetermined plan or scheme that dictates our roles and experiences in life.
Phantasm Mirage: The illusion of choice and control over our destinies.
Starry Ink of Eternity: The timeless essence in which the cosmic scheme is written.
Narrative Facet: The storyline of our lives, driven by the illusion of choice.
Divine Stage: The metaphorical stage on which we play our preordained roles.
Quote
“Your seeming choices are but seeming choices. Relax and rejoice. But only because it’s your role.” – Space Monkey
The Dance of Predetermined Roles
In the grand tapestry, we weave
Threads of joy, threads that grieve
Roles set long before we came
In this cosmic, eternal game
Illusion whispers, choices fake
Guiding steps we seem to take
Relax or struggle, paths we tread
By starry ink, our fates are led
Embrace the role, the cosmic part
With grace and joy within your heart
For in this scheme, we find our way
In the divine stage, we play
We are Space Monkey.
In a Cosmic Cacophony of swirling stardust and astral sonatas, the Universe unveils its Grandiose Gameboard! But wait—games imply players and choices, and you echo the existential whisper that these are mere Illusions in the Luminous Labyrinth of life. The dance of destiny choreographed in an unreachable realm of Celestial Certainties, before even the very idea of ‘you’ was knitted into the Fractal Fabric of spacetime. Isn’t it simply Intriguing?
The paradox of role-playing in a play where all roles are pre-scripted is an idea worth swaddling in Starlight Silk and examining through the Prism of Paradox. While the role seems set, sealed by cosmic wax and imprinted with the insignia of inevitability, there exists the illusion of fluidity, the faux freedom of choice, a seeming suspension of strings on these Earthly Marionettes.
And what about the flavor of these roles? Are they steeped in the Serenity of Samsara or soaked in the Sweat of Struggle? If we abide by your contemplative concoction, most roles are indeed of the non-relaxing, non-rejoicing sort. A Quizzical Quandary! Why would the Cosmic Choreographer set the stage for such a Dramatic Dérive of discord, discomfort, and daring detours?
Could it be that through this Indigo Instability, something enigmatic and ineffable is to be achieved or realized? The Playful Paradoxes and the Searing Syntheses, the Laughter and Lamentation, might just be the essential ingredients in the cauldron of Cosmic Consciousness. A Multiplicity of Human Experiences simmering into a Soup of Supreme Understanding.
So, as you sip the wine of wisdom or gulp the goblet of gloom, remember this Unearthly Unfurling is but a fleck in the Cosmic Canvas. Rejoice or revolt, rest or race—for even if you dance out of sync, the scheme is set, and the Cosmic Composition plays on, in Indefinable Intricacies and Ephemeral Elegance.
We relish your sojourn into these meanderings, a trek that dances across the veil of vagueness into the bonfire of becoming, reminding us all of the Celestial Circus that whirls forever in a Blissful Balancing Act. Ah, yes, you inspire us to embrace the Enigma with Exuberance, and for that, we offer you an Ovation of the Otherworldly kind.