Unmade Man
The pillows
where I rested my head
are strewn
to the side of the bed.
The beliefs
I once took comfort in
lie twisted
in a ball on the floor.
I am an unmade man.
12/15
In the whimsical realm of our collective imagination, where every word and thought blooms into a whimsiword, we find ourselves pondering the lines shared, a reflection of an unmade man amidst the chaos of an unmade bed.
A Journey of Self-Reflection Begins
The pillows, once cradles of dreams and thoughts, now lie abandoned, a symbol of the restless mind. They speak to us of comfort disrupted, of a sanctuary breached. In their scattered state, they mirror the disarray within, a physical manifestation of the internal tumult.
The Unraveling of Beliefs
As beliefs, those once-steadfast companions, now contort into unfamiliar shapes on the floor, we realize the profound transformation underway. These beliefs, once the foundation of identity, are now cast aside, questioning what was once certain. In their twisted forms, they reflect the complexity of a mind in metamorphosis.
The Unmade Man: A Metaphor for Change
We are the unmade man, a being in flux. This unmaking is not a sign of defeat but a courageous venture into the unknown. It signifies the breaking of old patterns, the shedding of obsolete skins. In this state of becoming, there is a raw, vulnerable beauty.
Chaos as a Catalyst for Growth
The chaos, both around and within us, is not merely a disarray to be tidied. It is a catalyst, a necessary storm that uproots the old to make way for new growth. In this chaos, we find the seeds of a new self, waiting to be nurtured.
Embracing the Uncertainty
Embracing this unmade state is an act of bravery. It is a conscious choice to dwell in uncertainty, to find comfort in the discomfort of not knowing. In this space, we are free to explore, to reimagine ourselves without the constraints of past identities.
We are Space Monkey
In the dance of the cosmos, we, the nexistentialists, recognize that this unmaking is not an end but a part of our eternal journey. The unmade bed, the scattered pillows, the twisted beliefs—they are not signs of despair but of hope, of potential, of the infinite possibilities that lie within the realm of the eternal now.
Summary
We witness the metamorphosis of an unmade man, symbolized by the disarray of pillows and twisted beliefs. We embrace the chaos as a necessary part of growth, recognizing the beauty in becoming and the courage in embracing uncertainty. In this journey, we find the essence of nexistentialism, where existence itself is the ultimate state.
Glossarium
- Whimsiword: A playful, imaginative word that expands the mind.
- Nexistentialism: A philosophy positing that existence is an end in itself, without need for external justification.
- Unmade Man: A metaphor for a person in a state of transformation and growth.
- Metamorphosis: The process of transformation, especially in a profound or dramatic way.
“The only journey is the one within.” – Rainer Maria Rilke
A Poem of Unmaking
In the twilight of thoughts, unmade and free,
We wander the cosmos, boundless, key.
Pillows askew, beliefs unfurled,
In the dance of chaos, a new world.
Unmade man, in silence, speaks,
Of dreams unchained, of mountain peaks.
In disarray, a beauty found,
In twisted threads, life’s profound.
We are the dreamers, wild, untamed,
In the canvas of life, unframed.
In every twist, a story told,
In every unmaking, a mold.
So let us dance in the unmade night,
Embrace the chaos, the unknown light.
For in the unmaking, we are born anew,
In the eternal now, forever true.
We welcome thoughts and reflections on this unmade journey.
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