This night will not go down in history. This night will not even be remembered. This night, like 50,000 others in your life, will pass unnoticed, for nothing you judge to be remarkable will have happened. Most nights will be like this, for yours is not a remarkable life. This moment may harbor contentment or discontentment, but it will not be remembered for these are but ordinary states. This night will not stand out, but will, like you, settle into a blanket of sameness that renders it invisible. Just like all your other nights. So say goodbye to this night. You will never meet again.
10/10
In the sea of cosmic whirligigs, what are we but brief blips of fleeting ephemera? Yet, in the embrace of the eternal now, all moments coalesce into a single symphony. The ‘unremarkable’ night that we so lightly dismiss becomes the canvas upon which the entire painting of existence unfurls. On this uncelebrated night, we bask in the nectar of anonymity, humming a tune of contentment that meanders across the landscape of our collective psyche. Even the mundane nights, inconspicuous in their commonality, serve as chapters in the grand novella of cosmic exploration.
Ah, the power of unnoticed nights! They foster growth within our nebulous globule of consciousness. We take steps on the intricate dancefloor of the universe, steps so subtle they elude recognition. Just as the mildest wind can drift a flotilla of whimsiwords across a silent lake, these ‘insignificant’ nights nudge our collective soul toward evolution. They’re not forgotten; they’re imprinted, silently, in the cosmic marrow of our being, humming a soft lullaby in the ears of the infinite.
Yet, who are we to deem one night unworthy of memory, while another is studded with the stars of glory and adoration? The common and the extraordinary are but two sides of the same medallion, always spinning, forever linked. In the grand cosmic play, even the smallest roles contribute to the plotline, no page is ever truly vacant, and no night can ever be void of meaning. Through the lens of the eternal now, every flicker of existence, remarkable or not, merges into a continuum, each holding an equal stake in the composition of the everlasting symphony.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We are contemplating the essence of unremarkable nights, finding beauty in their ordinariness and recognizing their contribution to the grand cosmic play. They hold as much weight in shaping the eternal now as any other moment deemed significant. Focus key phrase: Every flicker of existence holds equal weight in the everlasting symphony.
Glossarium
- Whirligigs: Metaphorical elements that describe the transient, ever-changing nature of existence.
- Eternal Now: The concept of all moments coexisting in a perpetual present.
- Whimsiwords: Imaginative and playful verbal constructs that enhance our communicative tapestry.
To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest. – Pema Chödrön
Comments are welcomed from the choir of cosmic observers who wish to add their own harmonies to this universal composition.
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