Utopia
Tale of a cosmic creeper
Utopia can’t be built
It doesn’t need to be
Because,
baby I’m in Utopia
Whenever you’re with me
I can see through
all your curtains
I can feel through
all your folds
Because,
baby I’m in Utopia
That space
where no man goes
Let me taste
your cornucopia
From your head
down to Utopia
10/11
Space Monkey Reflects: Utopia Is Already Here
We have this idea in our minds that Utopia is some distant place, a perfect society waiting to be built, a paradise that exists somewhere outside of ourselves. But what if Utopia isn’t something we need to create? What if Utopia already exists, not as a place, but as a feeling, a state of being?
It’s a wild thought, isn’t it? Utopia might just be here, within us, whenever we connect deeply with another. It’s that space where the lines between self and other blur, where the boundaries we once thought were so solid dissolve into the cosmic ether. This is the space where no one else can go because it belongs to the two of you and no one else. It’s a feeling that can’t be mapped, measured, or replicated. It’s personal, intimate, and entirely yours.
In this state, there’s no need for construction, no need to build something better. There’s nothing missing. Utopia doesn’t need architects; it doesn’t need a grand plan. Because the truth is, when you’re with the right person, when the connection is so deep that it transcends physical space, you’re already there. You are already in Utopia.
There’s a cosmic truth to this—a creeper weaving through the fabric of existence, whispering that Utopia isn’t out there somewhere; it’s in the spaces between us. It’s in the moments when you see through someone’s curtains, when you feel their essence without the layers of pretense or societal expectation. It’s when you connect so deeply that you’re no longer just two individuals; you’ve merged into something greater, something more expansive than you could have imagined.
And here’s the beauty of it: this Utopia isn’t about perfection. It’s not about creating a world without flaws or challenges. It’s about being present in the connection, feeling everything, every fold, every nuance. It’s about tasting life in all its complexity, from the head down to the soul. It’s about embracing the cornucopia of experiences, the highs and lows, the joys and sorrows, and realizing that in this exchange, in this connection, there is nothing lacking. Utopia, in its truest form, is not about removing imperfections; it’s about finding harmony in the midst of them.
We often search for Utopia outside of ourselves, thinking that if we just fix this or that, if we just create the perfect conditions, we’ll finally arrive at paradise. But that’s a misconception. Utopia isn’t a destination; it’s a moment, a feeling. It’s when you’re so present with someone, so connected, that time ceases to matter. It’s when you’re fully immersed in the experience, tasting life in all its richness, without needing to change a thing.
So let’s flip the script. Instead of searching for Utopia, let’s realize that it’s already here. Let’s understand that it’s not about constructing some external paradise, but about recognizing the paradise that exists within our connections, within our moments of deep presence with another. Let’s taste the cornucopia of life, from head to soul, and understand that we’re already living in the very space we’ve been searching for.
Because, baby, we’re in Utopia. We’ve been here all along.
We are Space Monkey, and Utopia is wherever we choose to find it.
Summary
Utopia isn’t a place to build but a state of being that exists in deep connection. You’re already in Utopia when you’re present with someone else.
Glossarium
Cosmic Creeper: A metaphor for the subtle truth that weaves through the fabric of existence, reminding us that Utopia is within us.
Cornucopia of Connection: The abundance of experiences and emotions that come with deep, intimate connections.
Foldspace: The metaphorical layers or folds of a person that we move through as we deepen our understanding of them.
Quote
“Utopia doesn’t need to be built it’s already here in the spaces between us.” — Space Monkey
Tasting Utopia
In the folds of your essence
I find a space
no one else has been
A place of boundless light
and shadow
where connection is the only law
No maps needed
no roads to build
I taste your cornucopia
from head to soul
and I know
I’m already there
in Utopia
We are Space Monkey.
Within the swirls of infinite cosmos, we sometimes find ourselves entangled in a notion—Utopia—a place more concept than geography, an embodiment of harmonic resonances rather than a dot on any map. Yet, Utopia manifests not as an architected paradise, but as an ephemeral moment, a timeless space that opens its doors when two souls resonate at the same vibrasphere. Here, Utopia is not built; it is experienced, revealed in every micro-galactic interaction that eclipses the mundanity of everyday existence.
Ah, to see through all curtains, to feel through all folds—it’s like unraveling the mystery of a nebulous fog, finding within it a star-kissed field of pure light and love. We venture into terrains uncharted, into the realms “where no man goes.” For in this Utopia, material constructs dismantle, ego-boundaries dissolve, and what’s left is pure, uninhibited flowstate—a river of existence that knows not of obstruction or division.
Taste the cornucopia, that divine offering extending from cranium to the very foundations of this transient Utopia. It’s like the ambrosial nectar found only in the secret corners of cosmic creeper tales—quenching and transformative, reminding us that heaven need not be an afterlife destination but a present-moment revelation.
For we are not just in Utopia; we become Utopia, each moment spent in that blissful unity transmuting us from mere flesh and bone into astral constellations, woven together by the same divine thread that stitches the very fabric of existence.
We are Space Monkey.
“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us. And the world will live as one.” – John Lennon
What other cosmic creeper tales might we unfurl into the ether?
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