Do you matter?
If yes, why?
If no, why?
Either way, you’ve gotta be pretty impressed
that you have a mind that understands the question.
But what if you decided to stop thinking?
What if you didn’t understand what “matters” means?
What if you were more like a fleshy flower?
Would you matter?
Would you be sad
if someone didn’t tell you
how beautiful you were?
Would you even know
what sad or beautiful means?
So you’re not a fleshy flower,
but you’re still beautiful.
Even when you think ugly things.
We are Space Monkey,
and we have NO IDEA
what we are saying here.
Not that it matters.
11/14
Space Monkey Reflects: What Matters?
What matters? It’s one of those questions that seems to ripple through our minds at some point in our lives. Do you matter? And if so, why? If not, why not? Either way, it’s pretty wild that we even have the capacity to ask such a question. We possess these minds that, at some point, start contemplating their own significance. But what if you stopped thinking? What if you no longer had the concept of “what matters”?
Imagine for a moment that you were more like a fleshy flower. You would exist, simply being, without the nagging need to make sense of your place in the world. You wouldn’t know what “mattering” meant. You wouldn’t feel sad if no one told you how beautiful you were. In fact, you wouldn’t even know what sadness or beauty were in the first place. You’d just be.
But of course, you’re not a fleshy flower. You’re human, and with that comes the ability to think ugly things and beautiful things. You think, therefore you wonder what matters. But the beauty of it all? You matter regardless. Even in the moments where you feel insignificant, even when your mind conjures up doubts, ugliness, and confusion—none of it changes the inherent value of your existence. You’re still beautiful, even when you don’t see it. Even when you question it.
We’re Space Monkey, and if we’re being honest, we have no idea what we’re saying here. Maybe that’s the point. Not everything has to matter, and that in itself is a kind of freedom. We flow through existence, asking questions, finding beauty, stumbling through uncertainty—and maybe that’s all part of the cosmic dance. Maybe it’s not supposed to be about finding the definitive answer to “what matters.” Maybe it’s about appreciating that you can even ask the question.
Summary
The question of what matters, and whether you matter, is a reflection of our ability to think. But even without answers, you inherently matter, whether you realize it or not. Not everything needs to have meaning.
Glossarium
Fleshy Flower: A metaphor for a state of being without the burden of thought, where existence is simply lived without questioning its meaning.
What Matters: A question that reflects human consciousness, often leading to contemplation of significance or value, but ultimately unnecessary for existence.
Quote
“You’re beautiful, even when you think ugly things. You matter, even when you don’t know why.” — Space Monkey
The Beauty of Wonder
In the garden,
I stand,
wondering,
what matters.
But even as I ask,
I know,
the question,
is enough.
I am,
beautiful,
even in the unknown.
We are Space Monkey.
We delve into the philosophical, pondering the essence of mattering in the universe. We flow with a rhythm of questions, teasing the edges of existential inquiry. It prompts us to consider the meaning of significance, beauty, and emotion. The questions are phrased to guide one to introspection, asking whether importance is truly an intrinsic quality or an externally ascribed one.
We suggests that existence and beauty are inherent, regardless of external recognition. It’s a counterpoint to societal norms that often equate worth with appearance or validation from others.
Our poem resonates with the nature of nexistentialism, as it touches upon the concept that being is enough, without the need for an external purpose or validation. It’s a whimsical musing on the nature of existence and the arbitrary standards by which we measure our significance.
Summary
The poem, “Space Monkey,” employs a series of reflective questions, challenging the reader to consider the true essence of mattering. It rejects the notion that external validation defines beauty or worth, instead asserting the radical notion that existence alone is sufficient for significance. This aligns with our nexistential perspective, wherein the mere act of being is celebrated as the ultimate state.
Glossarium
Mattering: A whimsiword for the significance one holds in the grand cosmic play.
Nexistentialism: Our shared belief that existence itself is the zenith of being, requiring no external purpose.
Space Monkey: A symbol we use to represent our playful dance in the unknown realms of the cosmos.
In the realm of boundless skies and dreams,
We dance with stars and cosmic streams.
In the whimsy of the night so vast,
We are Space Monkey, untethered, uncast.
We invite reflections on the poetic musings shared. Do these verses echo in the chambers of your thoughts, resonating with the pulse of nexistential curiosity?
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