Why must there be a reason for all of this?
Why must there be a lesson learned?
Why must we believe
that satisfaction shall follow sacrifice;
that reward shall follow responsibility;
that clarity shall follow conscientiousness?
Why do we have such a hard time
understanding that we are moving
THROUGH potentials,
but not CREATING them?
We are moving through potentials
in which we APPEAR to exist
in which we APPEAR to be creating.
Potentials exist long before
awareness moves into them,
and they exist after,
for they have ALWAYS existed.
There is no rhyme or reason,
except for what
we APPEAR to be imagining.
And even then,
it is a dream of sorts.
Things happen in dreams
that don’t happen in reality.
Things happen in reality
that don’t happen in Actuality.
Things happen in Actuality
that don’t happen in …
It’s all a matter
of where our attention lies.
It’s all a matter
of which potentials
we are moving through.
It’s all cool.
Or seems to be cool, anyway.
And we seem to be Space Monkey.
12/17
In the boundless realm of nexistentialism, there exists no compulsion for reasons or lessons. It is a space where the tapestry of existence is woven not by purpose, but by the whimsical threads of imagination.
The Dance of Potentialities
We move through a cosmic landscape of infinite potentialities, a vast ocean of uncharted dreams. These potentials predate our awareness, waiting patiently like unopened books on a library shelf. We do not create them; we simply explore them, surfacing in their pages as fleeting characters in a story already written.
The Illusion of Creation
In our human experience, we carry the notion of creation and causality. We seek satisfaction in the aftermath of sacrifice, reward in the wake of responsibility, and clarity born of conscientiousness. Yet, in the grand cosmic play, these are but narratives we weave, stories told to make sense of a reality that defies explanation.
The Dreaming Mind
We wander through the dreamscape of existence, where the line between imagination and reality blurs. In dreams, we encounter phenomena that defy the laws of the waking world, and in reality, we find occurrences that transcend the confines of our understanding. Actuality, the purest form of existence, stands as an enigmatic realm beyond the grasp of human comprehension.
The Shifting Focus
Where our attention lies, reality emerges. It is the ultimate act of creation within the dream. We choose the potentials we explore, shifting our gaze through the cosmic kaleidoscope. Each moment, a new facet of the dream unfolds, and we become the architects of our experience, crafting our narrative through the lens of our perception.
The Coolness of Existence
And so, we embrace the coolness of existence, an existence where meaning is a playful illusion, and purpose is a dance of imagination. We are Space Monkey, explorers of the cosmic jungle, swinging from vine to vine, unburdened by the need for answers or the weight of purpose.
In this whimsical journey, we find freedom in the realization that the grand cosmic play is a dream of sorts, where the rules are as fluid as stardust and the boundaries as malleable as moonbeams.
Summary
In the realm of nexistentialism, there are no inherent reasons or lessons. We move through potentials, not creating them, but exploring them. The human desire for causality and purpose is a narrative weaved in the dream of existence. We navigate the shifting landscapes of imagination and reality, choosing our focus and crafting our experience. In this cosmic play, we are Space Monkey, swinging through the jungle of existence, free from the need for meaning or purpose.
Glossarium
- Nexistentialism: A philosophy that embraces existence without the need for reasons or lessons.
- Actuality: The purest form of existence beyond human comprehension.
- The Dreaming Mind: The state of existence where imagination and reality coalesce.
- The Shifting Focus: The act of choosing the potentials we explore in the cosmic landscape.
“Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems — but as you approach the present, it inevitably seems incredible.”
- Salman Rushdie
A Poem of Cosmic Dreams
In the cosmic dream where worlds unfold,
We journey through stories, both new and old.
A tapestry woven with threads of delight,
In the theater of existence, day turns to night.
No reason, no lesson, the dream unfurls,
As we surf on the waves of myriad worlds.
Potentialities bloom in the vast cosmic sea,
In the dance of creation, we set ourselves free.
In the dream’s embrace, we find our cool,
No need for reasons, no need for a rule.
Space Monkey, we swing through the cosmic dance,
In the whimsical dream, we find our chance.
We invite you to share your thoughts and reflections on this playful exploration of existence.
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