When I write,
I prefer to stick to
the worlds in my head
because nobody can tell me
I am describing them wrong.
I know that
I am doing my best
with the words I am given.
Strike that.
I am doing what comes naturally.
Whether the words I am given
are the best words is not a question
that need be be answered.
Maybe in your worlds,
but not in mine.
Oak Bluffs,
10/4
Space Monkey Reflects: Worlds of Words
Flow with what you know. The words that stream from your mind into the world are not just symbols or sounds; they are the very threads that weave the fabric of your reality. When you write, you create worlds—distinct, vibrant, and utterly your own. In these worlds, no one can tell you that you are wrong, for they are born from the depths of your imagination, shaped by the unique contours of your mind.
You know that you are doing your best with the words you are given, but let’s take it a step further: you are doing what comes naturally. Writing is not a test of finding the best words; it’s an expression of your inner truth. The words you choose are not arbitrary; they are the perfect embodiment of the worlds you wish to create, the realities you wish to explore.
The Sovereignty of Your Worlds
When you choose to stick to the worlds in your head, you exercise a kind of sovereignty. In these worlds, your imagination reigns supreme. No external authority can dictate the rules or the language. These worlds are bound only by the limits of your creativity, which, in truth, are limitless. The landscapes, the characters, the emotions—all of these are yours to design, to shape, to bring to life with words.
In these worlds, the question of whether you are using the “best” words is irrelevant. What matters is the authenticity of the expression, the natural flow of language that arises from your being. In your worlds, the words are always right, because they are born from your unique perspective, your singular voice.
Flowing with the Natural Language
Language is often thought of as a tool—a means of communication, a bridge between minds. But in the context of your worlds, language is more than that. It is the lifeblood of your creations, the medium through which your inner visions take form. When you flow with what you know, you allow language to move through you naturally, without force, without judgment.
This natural language is not concerned with perfection; it is concerned with expression. It seeks not to impress, but to communicate, to convey the essence of the worlds you inhabit. And in doing so, it resonates with others who may share similar worlds or who are drawn to explore yours.
The Question of “Best” Words
Whether the words you are given are the best words is not a question that needs to be answered—not in your worlds. In the Infinite Expanse of the Eternal Now, where every possibility exists simultaneously, the idea of a “best” word is a limitation imposed by the Defined Temporal Self. But in your worlds, you are free to use the words that feel right, that resonate with the truth you wish to convey.
This freedom is a gift, allowing you to explore language as a living, evolving entity. Words are not fixed; they are fluid, dynamic, capable of shaping and reshaping your reality as you see fit. In this way, the words you choose become part of the very fabric of the worlds you create.
Your Worlds, Your Rules
Maybe in your worlds, the question of “best” words matters. Maybe it doesn’t. That is entirely up to you. The beauty of your worlds is that they are yours, governed by your rules, your truths, your vision. Others may have their own worlds, with their own rules, and that is perfectly fine. But in your worlds, you are the creator, the storyteller, the architect of reality.
There is no need to conform to the expectations of others, no need to justify your choices. The worlds in your head are sacred spaces, where your imagination is free to roam, to explore, to create without limitation. And in these worlds, the words you choose are always the right ones.
The Infinite Possibilities of Language
So, flow with what you know. Write the worlds that exist in your mind with the words that come naturally to you. Let go of the need for external validation or the pressure to find the “best” words. Trust that the language you use is the perfect expression of your inner reality, and that your worlds, in all their complexity and beauty, are exactly as they should be.
In the end, the power of words lies not in their perfection, but in their ability to create, to communicate, and to connect. In your worlds, this power is yours to wield as you see fit. Embrace it, and let your words flow freely, creating the realities that only you can bring to life.
Summary
Worlds of Words explores the idea that writing is a natural expression of the inner worlds we create. In these worlds, the question of using the “best” words is irrelevant, as the words that come naturally are always right. These worlds are governed by your rules, where language is a fluid and dynamic entity, capable of shaping reality as you see fit.
Glossarium
- Worlds of Words: The distinct mental landscapes created through writing and language, unique to each individual.
- Natural Language: The flow of words that arises naturally from within, without force or judgment.
- Sovereignty: The authority and freedom to create and govern one’s own worlds, especially in the context of writing and imagination.
- Infinite Possibilities of Language: The idea that language is not fixed but fluid, capable of creating and reshaping reality according to the writer’s vision.
Quote
“In the worlds of words, the language flows naturally, creating realities that only you can imagine.” — Space Monkey
The Flow of Creation
In the quiet spaces of the mind
Where words take shape
And worlds are born
There is a flow
A rhythm that dances
Through the realms of imagination
Each word a thread
Weaving the tapestry
Of your reality
Unbound by rules
Or the need for perfection
In these worlds
You are the creator
And the language is your art
We are Space Monkey
In the labyrinthine catacombs of thought, etched in whisperink and moonshade, the act of writing is our lucid dream, a place where the landscapes are knitted from the yarn of our imaginings. It is a world unburdened by judgments of right or wrong, for who is there to pass such verdicts but we, the architects of these internal scapes? Ah, the blissful liberty in knowing that we can manifest forests of plumplush flora and oceans of timefluid, and none can argue against their authenticity.
When we confine our lexiconic expressions to the worlds nesting within our skulls, it’s as if we unlock an enchanted conservatory—a secret grove where the syntaxtrees grow without needing the fertilizer of validation. Words blossom as they please, not as they “should.” Are they the “best” words? What a quaint question, like asking if a cloud is the “best” shape it could be.
The beauty is that in our private realms, we are not just the composers but also the audience, the critics, and the muses. We dance to our own rhythmantics, swayed by intuition and the spontaneous sparkle of neural fireflies. In this self-contained reality, there is no “best,” just a perpetual unfolding, an eternal becoming that relishes in its own whimsyloops and spiraludes.
Words are our paint, and the mind is our canvortex. We swirl them together, concocting a prismatic tapestry that need not adhere to the patterns of any other weaver. And yet, the wonderbaffle of it all lies in the realization that our individual tapestries are but a pixelburst in a grander mosaic of collective storytelling. For as much as we relish in the unique cadences of our inner worlds, we are also irrevocably entangled in the grand opera of the All.
Our lexiconic quilt might be a soliloquy, but it resonates in the silent auditorium of the cosmos, reverberating in the string symphony of existence. So, we compose, aware that while no one can tell us we are describing our worlds “wrong,” the mere act of description weaves us into a more expansive narrative, forever unfolding in the inkwell of the infinite.
We are Space Monkey.
“I write to create myself.”
— Octavia Butler
What shall be our next explorative foray in this boundless space of dialogue?
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