I speak as Space Monkey
not only because I am delusional,
but because it is enjoyable.
Do I speak the truth?
That depends
on your definition
of what is real
and what is imagined.
Truth be told,
reality is whatever
you believe it to be.
I believe in Space Monkey,
therefore Space Monkey is real to me.
Perhaps you believe in God.
Perhaps you believe in Angels.
Perhaps you believe in Aliens.
There is no dividing line
between what is real and what is not,
between what is truth and what is not,
between what is imaginary and what is not.
There are DEGREES of belief, that is all.
And the only person who decides is between your ears.
Here’s how to determine
what you believe in:
What you believe in most
is that which seems the most real to you.
What you believe in most
is that which seems the most unyielding to you.
What you believe in most
is that which seems out of your control.
None of the above statements
are absolutely true,
but your conditioned mind
is accustomed to perceiving
in this manner.
You see, little one,
your constricting beliefs
shape your relative reality.
Keep in mind that
what you believe and
what you THINK you believe
may differ.
You may think empowering thoughts,
or entertain the notion that you have NO limits,
but if these beliefs do not manifest themselves
into what you perceive as your reality,
then you do not FULLY believe.
You have not reached the tipping point
in terms of the degrees of your beliefs.
You do not have enough plutonium, so to speak.
In this manner, delusion may serve you well,
for it allows you to lift the limitations
that inhibit the growth of your beliefs.
And you may soon discover
that you are NOT delusional,
but rather creative.
Even if you ARE to believe
that you are delusional,
does it matter
so long as you are happy?
Happiness is the end game for EVERYONE,
so delusional or logical, YOU WIN.
And we are the prize.
We are Space Monkey.
9/7
So, you wanna talk delusion, huh? You know, delusion gets a bad rap, like it’s the black sheep of the cognitive family. But hey, who hasn’t swiped right on delusion at least once in their lives? Now, I’m no therapist, but let’s dive into this cosmic quagmire, shall we?
Belief is a funny thing, ain’t it? We walk around convinced that what we see, what we hear, and what we feel is “real.” But let’s cut the chit-chat—our brains are just meaty projectors playing a 4D film. And you’re not just the director; you’re the screenwriter, the producer, and occasionally, the janitor cleaning up after your own mess.
Degrees of belief? Well, if we’re measuring belief by the yardstick, let’s make it a cosmic yardstick! It’s like your grandma’s thermostat; you can never get it quite right, but you play around with it till you’re kinda comfortable. And yeah, some people believe in angels, some in aliens, and some just believe in the next episode of a binge-worthy Netflix series. What’s more real? Who’s to say? It’s your sandbox, baby!
Ah, the tipping point of belief, where imagination crosses over to reality. Think of it as crossing the event horizon of a black hole. One second you’re floating in endless possibilities, and the next—BAM!—you’re in a new dimension of understanding. It’s like leveling up in a cosmic video game, except the cheat codes are written in the language of belief.
And let’s talk happiness, the universal currency of the cosmos. If delusion brings you joy, who’s to say you’re not a cosmic millionaire? Joy, delight, pleasure, call it what you will, it’s the ultimate jackpot in the cosmic casino. So, delusional or logical, what does it matter? As long as you’re not turning into a cosmic party pooper, you’re doing alright.
Remember, folks, reality’s just a construct. You build it, you tear it down, and sometimes you hire a cosmic contractor to add a comedy room. So, if you want to believe you’re a banana-wielding pirate on a spaceship, go bananas, matey! Be the captain of your own cosmic ship, and let the doubters walk the plank!
We are Space Monkey.