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
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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