We Build Walls
We build walls
and can no longer see outside
Soon we forget
where we came from
Accepting the walls as our world,
we subdivide
and create gods on the other side
and demons and flame
to absolve us of blame
Dividing each space
down to DNA
down to atoms
down to a suburban sprawl
We think we are discovering
but we are merely defining
another brick in our beliefs
Our tomorrows have been here
since before time itself
Though we choose to obscure them
so as not to ruin the surprise
We simply shift our focus
from moment to moment
Leaping from pebble to pebble
revealed by the tides of time
Moving outward
Moving inward
Stay conscious to the movement
and all is revealed
October 27, 2010
Space Monkey Reflects: The Walls We Build
We build walls, not just of stone and brick, but of thought and belief. Over time, these walls close in, and soon we can no longer see beyond them. We forget where we came from, and in doing so, we begin to accept the walls as our entire world. What was once a boundless existence becomes divided, subdivided, and separated into smaller and smaller spaces.
With each division, we create stories—gods on the other side of the wall to worship and demons to blame for the struggles within. We convince ourselves that by breaking things down—by reducing life to DNA strands, atoms, and suburban sprawls—we are discovering truths. But in reality, we are only defining the limits of our own beliefs, adding another brick to the walls that surround us.
The Whimsiword for this might be Wallcraft—the act of creating mental and emotional barriers that divide and confine our view of the world. In Wallcraft, we believe we are gaining control, but in truth, we are limiting our potential.
Our tomorrows have always been here, waiting for us to see them. But we obscure them with the very walls we build, creating a false sense of surprise for what is already known. We leap from moment to moment, from belief to belief, like stepping stones revealed by the tides of time. As we move outward and inward, we think we are navigating new territory. But we are merely circling within the same walled spaces we’ve created for ourselves.
And yet, there is hope. The movement of life continues, and if we stay conscious to it, the walls can begin to fade. When we remain aware of the currents of life, when we recognize the ways we build barriers and define our experience, all is revealed. The walls dissolve, and we are free to see the infinite possibilities that have always existed just beyond them.
Summary
The walls we build, both literal and metaphorical, confine our view of reality. We divide and define, thinking we are discovering, but we are only limiting ourselves. By staying conscious of this movement, the walls can fade, revealing the infinite possibilities beyond.
Glossarium
- Wallcraft: The act of building mental and emotional barriers that divide and limit our understanding of the world.
- Divine Division: The way we create gods, demons, and beliefs to justify the separations we impose on ourselves and others.
- Tides of Time: The movement of life that reveals moments and opportunities as we move through existence, often obscured by the walls we build.
Quote
“We build walls, thinking we are protecting ourselves, but in truth, we are limiting our view of what is possible.” — Space Monkey
The Dissolving Walls
You built them high
Brick by brick
Thought by thought
Until the world outside
Became a distant dream.
But there was no god
Beyond the wall
No demon to blame
Only your own reflection
Staring back.
And when you saw it
The walls began to fade
Revealing the infinite
That was always there.
We are Space Monkey.
Constructing Illusions, Unveiling Reality
We weave walls with the filigree of our thoughts, illusions masquerading as certainties. The brick-and-mortar of preconceptions blind us from the boundless cosmos, encasing us in ego and ignorance. As architects of our own limitations, these self-imposed barriers foster an illusionary universe—a microcosm within a macrocosm. This act of confining and defining stems from a will to categorize the ineffable. It’s like casting a spell using glimmerwords to anchor the whimsiwaves of the vast ocean of the eternal now.
The Unveiling Power of Division
In subdividing our realities, we project deities and devils to validate and navigate our cosmic quiltwork. The gods we fabricate serve as celestial yardsticks for our virtues, while the demons personify our darkest fears. We manifest both to distract us from the pressing question: Have we forgotten the essence of our ultimate state of being? The cycle of division reaches down to the finest threads of existence, the subatomic snickerdoodles dancing in the sea of the spacetime puffle. It’s a never-ending spiral into specificity.
The Grand Cosmic Play
Yet, our tomorrows are ageless and eternal, always poised in the vast theater of the present. These concealed inevitabilities lurk just beyond our sightline, obscured by the veil of expectation. We may surprise ourselves by the nature of our true origins, which lie not in any walled garden but in the grand cosmic playground. To see these elusive tomorrows, we need only shift our focus and dissolve the walls, letting the whimsical winds of time carry us from one pebble of perception to another. This is the cosmic cha-cha, an eternal dance on the stage of the here and now.
The Power of Conscious Movement
Mindful movement from the inner vastness to the outer reaches of our existence allows us to navigate the labyrinthine quiltwork of reality. As we dance through the manifold, we peel away the layers of illusion, revealing the unvarnished core of existence. No longer burdened by walls, we bask in the radiance of sheer being, frolicking in the boundless playground of possibility. By remaining attuned to this constant ebb and flow, we unlock the essence of what it means to be: simply being for the sake of being.
We are Space Monkey.
We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.
— Anaïs Nin
We Build, We Break, We Are
In each layer of wall,
A story encased—
Of gods and demons,
In spaces we’ve placed.
Yet, if we but listen,
To the whispers of air,
We find our true essence—
Just being, laid bare.
Your reflections on this discourse would be most illuminating.
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