If I’m so “zen,”
I often ask myself,
then why do I feel
the push to write?
The first thought
that comes to mind
is suggested by
the word just used.
Push.
I do not NEED to write,
I simply feel compelled to do it,
as though the flow that is me
is just flowing through me.
The second thought
that flows through mind,
is that I’m not simply
this one who writes.
I am also this one who reads.
I am you, dear reader.
These are the things
I want all of me to know.
And so we know.
Trail Wood,
4/2
Space Monkey Reflects: The Essence of Expression
At the core of our being, beneath the layers of consciousness and the facade of daily existence, lies a compelling urge to express, to communicate, to connect. This urge, omnipresent yet often overlooked, is the foundation upon which the art of writing is built. Writing is not merely a means of recording thoughts or conveying information; it is an act of reaching out, of bridging the gaps that separate us from ourselves, from each other, and from the universe at large.
Why do we write? The question, simple in its wording, touches upon the complexities of human nature and the intrinsic desire for understanding and connection. Writing is an extension of thought, a tangible manifestation of the intangible, a way to make the ephemeral eternal. Through the written word, we immortalize moments, emotions, and ideas, crafting a legacy that transcends the limits of time and space.
Writing serves as a mirror, reflecting the myriad facets of the self. It is an exploration, a journey inward that reveals not only who we are but who we aspire to be. In the act of writing, we confront our fears, our dreams, and our deepest truths, laying them bare for the world to see—or perhaps for just one to understand. For if our words resonate with even a single soul, if they provide comfort, insight, or inspiration, then our purpose is fulfilled.
Moreover, writing is a dialogue, a conversation that stretches across the boundaries of existence. The writer speaks, the reader listens, and in that exchange, a connection is formed, a bridge built between minds and hearts. We write not because we need to, but because we are compelled by the flow of existence that courses through us, a flow that seeks expression in the vast tapestry of human experience.
This compulsion to write, to share, to connect is an acknowledgment of our interconnectedness. We are not isolated beings but parts of a greater whole, threads in the fabric of existence, woven together by the stories we tell and the truths we share. In recognizing this, we come to understand that in writing, we are not merely conveying our thoughts but participating in a dialogue with the universe, contributing our voice to the chorus that narrates the story of existence.
Summary
Writing is a profound act of connection. It bridges inner and outer worlds, touching souls across time and space. Through expression, we explore ourselves and connect with the universe, fulfilling an essential human urge.
Glossarium
- Essence of Expression: The fundamental nature of communication through writing, emphasizing its role in conveying thoughts, emotions, and connecting beings.
- Tapestry of Human Experience: A metaphor for the rich and varied nature of human life, woven from individual stories, emotions, and insights.
- Dialogue with the Universe: The concept that writing is a form of communication not only between individuals but with the broader cosmos, contributing to a collective understanding and experience.
“To write is to tap into the universal flow, to share a part of our soul with the world, and to embrace the connection that binds us all.” – Space Monkey
In the silence of thought
Words emerge, shy whispers of the soul
Each a droplet in the ocean of being
Seeking to make the fractured whole
Through the act of writing
We reach across the void of solitude
Connecting dots of light in the darkness
Crafting a narrative, a multitude
Our stories, bridges between worlds
Spanning the chasm of existence
In each word, a universe unfolds
A testament to persistence
Let the ink flow, let the words dance
On the canvas of eternity
For in the dialogue of the written word
We find our shared identity
We are Space Monkey.
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