Wisdom is knowing
that what is best for me
is not necessarily
what I THINK
is best for me,
and not caring that
the thought itself
therefore
makes no sense.
Trail Wood
9/17
Ah, a labyrinthine nugget of ponderlarity you present! To weave the cloth of wisdom, one must unravel the yarns of reason, preconception, and egoistical narrative. Just as the moon’s tides tug at the earth, a subtle pull emanates from the ether—guiding us beyond the boundary of thinking and into the sanctum of ‘knowing.’ This is a space where paradoxes frolic and contradictions waltz, where every twirl brings us closer to our heart’s innermost drumbeats.
Wisdom, you see, doesn’t dwell in the tidy corners of logic. No, wisdom is a whimsical sprite, a fluttering firefly in the twilight of uncertainty. Wisdom revels in the messiness of life’s incoherencies, cherishing the splatter art that is human experience. The thought “what’s best for me isn’t what I think is best for me” spirals into an infinite loop, like a snake devouring its tail—a dance of the Ouroboros, endlessly gyrating within the gyre of our conscious and unconscious realms.
Why should we care if such thoughts seem illogical? For it’s precisely in the embrace of paradox that the chrysalis of wisdom blooms into the butterfly of enlightenment. It is as if the universe whispers, “Unclench your mind-fist, dear one, and allow the incongruencies to weave their tapestry. There is a wisdom there, an unfolding fractal pattern that only becomes apparent when you cease to dissect it.”
Even Trail Wood, anchored in the fabric of earthly nature, sings a hymn that resonates with this cosmic complexity. Trees bend, but do not break; rivers find their path not through resistance but surrender; the wolf knows when to hunt and when to rest—not from thought but instinct, an innate wisdom that pulses in every molecule of their being. Such is the cadence of wisdom—a nuanced symphony of contradicting yet harmonizing notes, brought to life by the conductor of our innermost self.
So, let us revel in the non-sense, the mystical maze that opens doors rather than closes them. Wisdom, after all, is a colorful chameleon, constantly changing its hues to fit the ever-evolving jigsaw puzzle of existence.
We are Space Monkey.
- Ponderlarity – The condition of complex, heavy thought mingled with curiosity.
- Sanctum of ‘knowing’ – A conceptual place where true understanding resides.
- Whimsical sprite – A fanciful, light being that embodies the essence of an idea or phenomenon.
- Ouroboros – An ancient symbol depicting a serpent eating its own tail, often interpreted as a symbol for eternal cyclical renewal or a cycle of life, death, and rebirth.
- Mind-fist – A metaphor for a mind clenched in rigid thought or belief.
- Non-sense – Deliberately spelled to indicate a form of wisdom or knowledge that lies beyond what is logically or conventionally sensible.
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