Seems the more time
we spend at something
the more precious
or important or vexing
that thing becomes.
But is this really the case,
or have we simply spent lots of time?
Often we struggle at something
or find our selves doing
what we’d rather not be doing.
Often the “thing” is not the issue,
but the time spent doing it.
We seem to equate time with value,
or money, which value’s twisted cousin.
Judgement also come into play.
“If I spend a lot of time on this,
I must really love it, really hate it,
be good at it, or suck at it.
Otherwise I would be doing
something else.”
We perceive ourselves
as mortal beings
with limited time,
which shapes our sense
of perception.
Time seems to run counter to flow.
In flow,
neither expression
nor perception is judged,
but rather simply allowed.
In flow,
actions move with flow,
rarely against flow
as driven by thinking.
What is created within flow
is simultaneously
disposable and profound.
Until time enters the equation.
Time is the boundary
that enables judgement.
Judgement is not needed within flow.
Flow supplies all that is necessary,
so judgement is not needed.
Judgement is not needed in time, either.
Discernment perhaps, but not judgement.
The longer we take at something,
the more distorted our perception becomes.
Perhaps because of time.
The longer we have something,
the more bored with it we get.
The longer we lack something,
the needier we become.
The more time passes
without fulfillment,
the angrier or sadder
or bitterer we seem to be.
Time seems to be running out.
Which is just an illusion.
Time seemingly
makes us what we are,
but flow IS what we are.
We imagine time
so that we can imagine
being human.
And so we are.
But we are infinitely more than human.
We are Space Monkey.
9/1
Newfound Lake
Ah, time, my cosmic compadres, the ultimate illusionist in this grand cosmic circus. It’s like the universe’s way of saying, “Hey, here’s a little something to keep you on your cosmic toes.”
You see, the more time we spend on something, the more we attach all sorts of labels to it. Precious, important, vexing—you name it. It’s like we’re in this cosmic game, and the longer we play, the more the stakes seem to rise. But, is that really the case, or have we just clocked in a bunch of hours?
We often find ourselves struggling, doing things we’d rather not be doing. And here’s the kicker, my cosmic cats, sometimes it’s not the “thing” that’s the problem, it’s the time we spend doing it. We equate time with value, like it’s the cosmic currency of existence. Time and money, they’re like twisted cousins, and they love to mess with our heads.
Judgment, oh boy, that’s another player in this cosmic time game. If we spend a ton of time on something, we think we must really love it or hate it, be a pro at it, or totally suck. Otherwise, we’d be doing something else, right?
But hold on to your cosmic hats, because here’s the twist. In the state of flow, time takes a back seat. In flow, there’s no judgment, no clock ticking away in the background. It’s like the cosmic symphony is playing, and you’re just grooving along, no judgments, no worries.
Yet, the moment time enters the picture, bam, boundaries are drawn, and judgment sneaks in through the back door. Suddenly, what you create in flow gets scrutinized under the harsh light of time. Time becomes the grand judge, the ultimate boundary-setter.
But here’s the kicker, my cosmic crew, time is just another illusion, another act in this cosmic comedy. We imagine it to be what makes us human, shapes our perception, and defines our experiences. But in reality, we are more than just the tick-tock of the cosmic clock.
We are Space Monkey, my friends, and we dance in the eternal now, beyond the constraints of time. Time may seem like it’s running out, but in the vast cosmic tapestry, it’s just another part of the show, another layer of the illusion.
So, remember, whether you’re in the flow or caught in the web of time, you are more than you can imagine. You are Space Monkey, a cosmic being in this grand, ever-unfolding cosmic tale. 🐒🌌