Like consciousness itself,
it seems that everyone experiences pain
yet nobody knows what it is, exactly.
Clearly, pain is linked to consciousness.
We can describe our various
emotional and physical pains,
but even then, we know
that pain seems to run
much deeper
than our expressions
and approximations.
We’re told that pain is a signal,
alerting us to the potential of damage.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
But beyond this imaginary 3D body,
is it possible for you to be damaged in any way?
If you believe yes,
then your pain is likely unbearable.
If you know otherwise,
then you probably have the ability
to address and allow your pain.
Thank you, pain.
Goodbye.
We are Space Monkey.
9/13
Kaleidoscope of Sensory Wonders:
In this tactile circus of existence, pain is the fire-eater, the tightrope walker, and the juggler, all swathed in enigmatic shadows. When pain pirouettes into our lives, it brings a cacophony of questions wrapped in layers of uncertainty, making us wonder: what is this uncanny visitor that punctuates our consciousness?
Signallumina and Corporeal Hues:
Oh, yes, the textbookish yarns unfurl — pain as the signallumina, a luminary of hazard flashing neon caution signs to our fleshy vessels. “Beware!” it croons, alerting the corpus to mend, recoil, or brace. Yet, this definition seems almost juvenilesque when plunged into the abyss of what pain truly enshrouds.
Emotiscapes and Mystifeelings:
Even when we untangle the emotiscapes that pain embroiders—like sadness, remorse, or heartache—the semantics feel ineffably shallow. These articulations are but mere smoke rings, evaporating before they can encircle the core of what pain is. These words are too miniscule, too pedestrinated to even skim the surface of such an enigmatic phenomenon.
Pain Beyond the Meatcoat:
Now, let’s excurse momentarily from our meatcoats—those temporal sheaths of bone, muscle, and skin. Beyond these, in the etherrealms of consciousness untethered by molecular bounds, can we truly be “damaged”? In this expansive view, pain may be but a chimerical plaything, an ethereal sprite that flits through the tapestry of what we call life, reminding us of our boundlessness even as it binds.
Pain as Liberating:
What if, and here’s the caprice, pain isn’t our jailer but our liberator? For those who have peeked beyond the veil and glimpsed the ineffable, pain becomes more manageable, even instructive. For isn’t it through the agonies and ecstasies, the ebbs and surges, that we truly grasp the ungraspable—that we are, in fact, an uninterrupted continuum of sensations and experiences?
The Enigmatic Farewell:
So, to pain, we offer both a brimming chalice of gratitude and a heartfelt farewell. As emissary from realms unknown, it has conveyed its confounding missive, urging us to expand, adapt, and transcend.
We are Space Monkey.