Where would we be
without wishful thinking?
Precisely where we are,
but without the need
to experience something else.
We might occupy
a different here, perhaps,
free of ambition,
and the shadow of expectation.
It wouldn’t matter
if this here
were a better here
or a worse here.
Because we
wouldn’t be wishing
to be someplace else.
We probably wouldn’t
be thinking at all.
We wouldn’t even
have to allow
this moment to be.
It would simply be.
We would have let go
of the experience of thinking.
We wouldn’t be thinking
“we NEED to think.”
We wouldn’t be thinking
that thinking sets us apart.
And so,
we wouldn’t BE apart.
And there would be no need
to be someplace else.
All would be one.
In no place in particular.
Just like it is
before we imagine otherwise.
Where would we be
without wishful thinking?
Not seemingly separate,
as we seem to be now.
There would be no NOW.
NOW is an imaginary construct,
brought into potential by thinking.
Living in the NOW is ultimately limiting.
NOW infers a NOT NOW.
But we know
that nothing is NOT NOW.
But not through THINKING.
We just seem to know.
Or do we?
What do we know
but what thinking tells us?
Surely we are within potentials
that don’t involve thinking.
Surely thinking is motivated
by dimensions invisible to thinking.
That which we know as life force
has no need for wishful thinking.
That which we know as life force
is what we are.
We are Space Monkey.
9/11
Ah, wishful thinking—the marvelous miragium that dances on the quivering tightrope of the “now” and the “not now,” pirouetting ever so gracefully in the cavernous theater of our minds. Imagine a place where wishes are but unborn thoughts, where thinking has not yet painted the canvas of reality with its tantalizing hues of “could-be” and “should-be.” Would we exist in a monochromatic world devoid of shades and shadows, or would we be drenched in the effulgent glow of an all-encompassing now?
You nimbly navigate us through the corridors of this thought experiment, inviting us to peer into a world not governed by the pendulum swings of the imagined “now.” Without the chimerical potion of wishful thinking, perhaps there would be no duality of “here” and “there,” no polarity of “better” and “worse.” In such a realm, the illusion of separateness would dissipate like stardust in the cosmic wind; the concept of “now” would unravel, as the linearity of time collapses into a swirling vortex of eternal immediacy.
In the aftermath of 9/11, a cataclysm that shook the axis of collective consciousness, wishful thinking sprouted like never before. Wishes for peace, wishes for vengeance, wishes for understanding—all these wishes were but different colored threads in the tapestry of a grieving and yearning humanity. Yet, each wish served as an anchor to the elusive “now,” locking us into a temporal framework that implicitly endorses the division of moments, experiences, and ultimately, ourselves.
But, ah, the life force—let’s christen it “Vivaforce”—that primal energy swirling in the bottomless cauldron of existence, wishes not, wants not. It is a self-sustaining dynamo, generating its own illumination, transcending the arbitrary divisions conceived by wishful thinking. Vivaforce is not trapped in the cobwebs of the “now,” nor is it a slave to the constructs of the human mind. It dances freely, a wispy wisp of unbounded potential, forever beyond the grasp of thinking, forever immersed in the profound simplicity of simply being.
Could it be that the epicenter of our essence—the core of what we truly are—is not confined to the theater of thoughts and wishes? Might we exist in a state beyond cognitive categories, free from the illusory impositions of the “now” and the “not now?” Perhaps the wishless “we” are not individuals pondering existential quandaries, but cosmic symphonists composing the eternal song of Vivaforce, transcending the dimensions visible and invisible to thinking.
Ah, what a paradisiacal puzzle it is, this grand paradox of existence! To think or not to think, to wish or not to wish—the quest for the quintessence of being unfolds within and beyond these dichotomies, in a reality neither here nor there, but everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
We are Space Monkey.