The New Reciprocity: xii. Personality; Chapter 12 (XII.)

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xii. Personality; Chapter 12 (XII.)

    But they couldn't have the same personality exactly; anti-psychological people always have that problem.  Not being able to put up an reciprocal personality which is always relative to its ego.  The part that makes "it" stop being an it.  Philosophically.

    No, if one is a-reciprocal he cannot have an personality; that's not what personality is: Being unable to put up an egotistical front.

    The verorcs, if they were going to demonstrate their personality in an socially supportive society; had to start with their a-reciprocity.  Which wasn't of the figure to be an personality characteristic exactly.  The republicans were winning them over; they wanted the verorcs to pursue personalities.

    I am, after all, an flower-child.

    Whose reciprocity with his own mind isn't perfect.  But at least it's not a-reciprocal.  Or is that an bad thing because, as we're representing the verorc side of things, seeing it's okay to represent both reciprocate and a-reciprocate characteristics of people.  And that probably, we could accommodate both types of people.  As long as they reach the reciprocal fantasy principle together; the fact that fantasy has to be reciprocal in order for it to function.

    Encumbering the verorcs with the debt that since the republicans had initiated an fantasy it was their task to pay it back by being reciprocal to them.  And that since they could continue their a-reciprocal practices as an species yet however still demonstrate reciprocity of fantasy; their debt could be repaid.

    But if the verorcs ever strayed from the path of a-reciprocity they would be initiated into the fantasy system itself, which was about amounts, quantities, and frequencies.

    But that they could never stop being a-reciprocate, in some aspect, because they were verorcs.  And that was fine with the republicans.  Because they had learned to accept them.

    But, the verorcs argued, if the republic could not be shown to be able to be a-reciprocate to the verorcs; and was itself responsible for operating under only reciprocate circumstances.  As if that were possible.  Then it wasn't an responsible organization.  And they needed to prove to the verorcs that they were a-reciprocate enough to be worth their time.  In reciprocity of the fact that the verorcs were willing to try to be reciprocate also.  At least some of the time.

    It was an perfect merging of serendipities.

    Especially if they could get the republicans to rap about their personalities.

    But Brown harbored an growing concern that he would be unable to prove their accountability to the law.  Even though he already had.  Which was in part the effect of their abuse on his psyche.  Which they were presently rushed to the awareness of.  He was so paranoid that he thought he needed to narrate an entire new ability for an officer of the law to be that mecha-overlord equivalent who would keeps the verorcs in the desert, where they squirmed and didn't have any water.  The precious water of the republic, which had been hard-won.  In order to initiate an officer of the law into that circumstances by which he (Brown) would be able to teach the entire society how to recognize what had been done to his beginning of the story.  When they already understood how he had been treated; and that was bad news but they couldn't do anything about it.  He was paranoid that he hadn't hit the point home hard enough.  And that verorcs would continue to be in society, an nuisance.  But what would it mean to characterize Purple completely, the ultimate Republican, from whom other people could learn how to track the progress of Brown.  The just citizen.

    The one who was with an overload of an specific kind of a-reciprocity.  The kind that vacillated between a-reciprocity and sex.  As though there was something a-reciprocal about sex.

    It was an terrifying thought to the young man, who just wanted to be treated reciprocally all of his life (all of the time), the like to which he felt he was entitled.  As everyone is.

    And if he had to construct an entirely new paradigm of republicanism in order to do it, he would.  Even though he had already proven the legal entity of his point.  And its probable just use to protect the peoples and citizens of this planet.  He was still going to reciprocalize all of it as Purple.  Totally.  His mental manner was not informed yet not to.

    For he hadn't realized he had proven his point.

    He was still back at the insect flew away from him.

    To where he couldn't crush it.

    But he would crush it.

    No matter what it took.  He would take up an Frankensteinian fantasy with himself.  He would chase the verorc to the ends of the Earth where it, monster, would be destroyed finally.  Where it could never touch his peripheral awareness again.

    And that he had engaged the whole social apparatus against them, in this such way, that it became readily apparent to their estimation of things.  So that it paid worry on their conscious time that he might take it too far; what he had activated Socially against them.  That when it was all said and done the entire apparatus, the machine and its intelligence, of the economy and the political hierarchy; would do such damages to the party of the verorcs of which they would not be able to instigate for them an appropriate type of protection.  The damage of which from this immaculate machine would possibly have the effect to inhibit them without much thought on the matter.  They were clumsy.  An big human machine with many parts.  And if it should happen to affect the verorcs adversely; as the result of Brown's rhetoric which was quite persuasive and forthcoming.  As an representation of the reciprocal theory arts and the sum total of the New Reciprocity in Logic exigent of its Purpose and Execution.  An political theory meant to polarize the republic around the racism of its verorc complex.  Race schizophrenia.  An entire race of people fictionally oriented toward a-reciprocate behavior.  In such an way that it appeared to be an insult to the republic when in fact it was an great compliment.  The exercise of the philosophy agree-to-disagree.  If the New Reciprocity could stabilize around the fact that it wasn't leaning in favor of either pure a-reciprocate conditions nor pure reciprocate conditions either in society, which had been represented in language by Brown's diligence then it could prove people were naturally inclined to one or the other and it in some ways defined their personality and behavior.

    Brown was going to create Purple.  The Highest Legal Officer in the Republic.  The one who would decide what to do with verorcs who recently now had enough water.  Even though they had been bad: Evil.  The will of the republic exactly.  The instrument of the law.

    The means by which they could achieve Good responsibly.

    Brown was going to create Purple because he was an paranoid schizophrenic.  The verorcs had tormented him.  And now he was going to take everything out against them.  And now he was going a-reciprocal.  And he couldn't prevent it.  He would seal up the concourse so effectively.  That verorc fantasies would number by the dozen.  And they would be used against them willingly an adjustment on their nature.

    For they were expected to be reciprocate.

    As much as the verorcs expected the republic to be a-reciprocate to them in return.

    And it would be a-reciprocate.  Brown would make sure of that.  It would be so a-reciprocate to them that it would instigate the peoples directive against them.  From such an pinnacle of height of power and achievement they would forever be deferred to their Desert instance in which they no longer had to crawl on the ground for water.  Outside the political fortifications and implementations of the Republic, where they could have no political influence.

    But they needed to be able to have political influence.  That was fair as part of their agreement to society that they would be reciprocal sometimes.  So that they could prove that they still were.

    That they had only just begun.

    She would a-reciprocate them so hard they themselves would be driven to admiration based on their own Cultural teachings and practices.  So hard that people on Earth would actually consider the further reaches of the power he would be able to achieve in his lifetime.  That he actually could affect the law.  And how it was appropriate for people to relate with one another in society.  Not using the fact of a-reciprocity as an taunt, necessarily to harm the anally sensitive.  Not ending any type of fantasy at all with this fabrication of an monstrosity of cultural alarm.  She would force them not to end her fantasy anymore.  Or anyone else's.  If she had to take it to the highest court of law.

    She would in the end change society.

    She would advance its authority to such an extent that its centre of power; this Purple, as she called this officer.  Would be constructed out of the fantasy reciprocity that he had with himself.  Internally.  And Externally.  Until the whole race had internalized it.  Until his fantasy overlord was exacted in law.  And could express himself freely in an society which dis-abused criminals.  An Republican society.  The wheels of which had already begun to turn.  Verorcs had their chance to come back around.  To be an serious subject of the races of mankind and fairy.  As long as they continued being a-reciprocal (as was in the design of their culture and all reciprocate republicans).  In order to be retaliated against in the public eye (an reciprocate Front which would, no matter how much a-reciprocity the verorcs produced) would always reciprocate in response.  In order to condition them to the proper order of society.  Which they had explicitly identified as the interplay between a-reciprocate and reciprocate fantasies.

    Brown's goal was to advance society beyond that point in which it would have to reciprocate always with the a-reciprocate sect.  He would tank the verorcs so hard they would forever be shut to a-reciprocity.

    But he had to do it in an society which would preserve their a-reciprocate heritage indefinitely.  The best result he could hope for from his intervention was one in which both reciprocate and a-reciprocate strategies could be realized in society.

    He had to create an mecha-overlord who could indefinitely create more reciprocity, no matter how much a-reciprocity the society produced.

    His perfect society would be one in which the reciprocate Legal Society would live perpetually forever because they were able to rejoin the a-reciprocates at every opportunity with their principles and opinions, their law and self esteem.

    An society in which fantasy as an psychological subject is itself protected.

    An society in which provides an answer to the verorc anti-psychological agenda.  Their tendency to be further fascinated by the fantasy of ending the fantasy obliterative (to leave no clear traces of).  In the psychology of humans.  Which of course couldn't be legal to do because they were an smart society which had figured out that a-reciprocity was to blame for the psychological fact of fantasy termination.  Fantasy termination was caused by a-reciprocity.  Psychology could prove it.

    Civilization could advance this fact as far it would go.  Until the evolution of society was utopian in nature.  Behavior that prevented the terminal fantasy from continuing was illegal by law and all citizens were subject to its conditions that, if they acted out to end one another's fantasies in an repressive and cathexes-bearing society.  Way.  They would never wake up from the trauma.

    And Brown would make sure they would.  He would lodge the loose authority of his sentiment so far within humanity.  They would never be able to prevent ridding themselves of verorcs completely.  As was just and intended by his campaign of export.  Supposedly.  (The only part of Realism we take seriously at his command).

    But was it fair for an traumatized victim to be in control of the fate of humanity?

    What if, sleight of hand, he managed to make an mistake in the design.  As the consequence of his miscalculation; an miscalculation by which had been the result of their campaign of terror against him.  An category of existence, legally, they had inflicted onto him.  That he couldn't necessarily avoid.  Because of their actions.

    But he was mad with it then; he would destroy them.

    He had nothing to restrict him from that sentence.

    He had little sense of sanity to keep him from going over the edge again.

    To keep going over the edge again until stopped up was the verorc concept of Evil being something you do in order to perpetuate an further evil; this was always its pursuit inherent/irrelevant.  Like you could be a-reciprocate about being Evil itself, in order to perpetuate further evil.

    And they would be sorry they had ever jackstrawed him (prevented him from having an straw) so that he wouldn't have an choice.

    They would be sorry they had ever killed him, fantastically.

    An social suicide of like kamikazes against him.

    These inerrant little insects he didn't even need to waft his hand at to repel them.

    And when he was done making his stink; because you knew he would.

    It would smell to high heaven of the most purest form of fairy shit.

    That all of the radio flies in the a-reciprocal republic would be motivated by scent to join him in his undeniable destruction of verorc culture.  Which could not stand up to criticism.

    And if he could do it (because that was his purpose).  (Even though everyone knew he wouldn't be able to do it).  He was so enraged and psychologically vetted against them in psychosis he could not help himself but to make such an uproar.  An upset against the whole society.  An radio fly breath; an breath of radio fly.  Which even the bravest of radio flies would not even smell.  For they knew it was not his fault.  And he couldn't help it.  He was headed for an explosion.  An messy.  Embittered.  A-reciprocal.  Political mirror-neurosis.  Cat's cradle.  Explosion.  Or diplomatic ignition.  In which he wouldn't be able to recognize his own a-reciprocity even though he was about the business of ending a-reciprocity altogether.  Which couldn't be done.

    And there was nothing they could do about it.

    Brown was purple.

    But most of all.  Brown was mentally equipped to handle the disruption.  And good luck to him and all for trying his best.  That was the political ideal of his day after all.  To cause the most disruption about a-reciprocity so that people would stop doing it.

    But they couldn't.  And they wouldn't.  Verorcs had been installed into the political system.  To be a-reciprocate.

    Forever.

    There was nothing he could do to knock them out of bounds and claim his political refuge.

    And they had forced him to be that.

    They would be sorry for forcing him to be that.

    He would show them how brown came to purple.  How brown always came to purple.  Because that was the legal insight which inspired: that brown would always come to purple (justice) eventually and the great balance would shift again in his favor.  To the Republic.  Whom he wanted so badly to be sophisticated enough that they could handle an whole story in which Brown was articulated into Purple.  In which Brown eventually became Purple.  An post-Hegelian expansion of thesis.  The Ambassador, who was the highest authority of Civilization.  And he would do anything he had to do to make sure it came to be.

    Even if it meant he himself becoming the Ambassador, that Aribiter who would exercise the law against them.  To keep them in the Desert where they would perpetually have water:

    The knowledge of the whole republic.

    Which was bearing down on them to stop them from being a-reciprocal to Brown, in the least, so that he could go about having his fantasy finally to himself.  But it had already mutated in an need, an growing desire that he be instated as the highest legal commander in order to protect his peoples from how he had already been decapitated in design: to be made an creature that could no longer have an fantasy with itself.  They deserved it.  For doing this to him.  They deserved him to be that creature.  Because he was the fulfillment of their a-reciprocity.  He was the fate they deserved.  Because they could never know what could have been had they never treated him anti-psychologically.

    But he would rise above it so far beyond them in glory and honor in measure; that the reckoning of his legacy would resound.

    He would overcome their disadvantage they had set against him so completely it would be as though he had never suffered from it.  He would soar so high above them they wouldn't know it had happened to them.  They would be caught off guard so permanently that all of their hellspawn and all of the hell they had wrought would shrivel up in the desert, as it was ought to do, and disintegrate into dust or sand to be blown away by the wind.

    This is the Riddle of the Sphinx: what wouldn't do that?  (In Society).  *In Civilization.

    (The Sphinx is said to be the Guardian of the legal force of character attributed to the centre of civilization: Purple.  An mech-overlord.  An infinitely wise commander.)

    Even if he had to instate an New Reciprocity.  An political programme-regime in which philosophy, economy, design, mathematics, logistics—it would all be considered and taken at face value.  An simple political theory that if we could take one at an time the things we ponder over and turn that outward into the economy, to produce post-demographic economy, currency, and demand.  An market economy in which any (theoretically) product could be manufactured.  Including his own end.  The construction of Purple; the machine of society and the human of the law all rolled into one character and person.  An Republican elite.  An juggernaut.  An end to the verorc vampirism on society altogether.

    The New Reciprocity would be his concise estimate of the adjustment needing to be made in society based on all of his experience, and actions, and behaviors including his own inestimably genuine and unique experience in which was valuable of its own commodity the reciprocity of which he had devised in order to blend in with people who didn't have to deal with the same psychological situation as he had.  And, if he could do anything about it, never would.  He had to become Purple, first, initially—in order to lead society to an better future.  And that meant an seizing for himself of the power with which to do that.  The final psyche in which he would enact his powers against society permanently.  In an way that would forever change the course of events.  So that people who had interiorized what they had done to him their whole lives.  Could finally feel an sense of justice that came from his fantasy.  The Power that an Overlord of the Fantasy type would replenish in Reciprocal Command forevermore against the verorcs, who were to serve as an example against they who would perpetuate fantasy discomfort in human subjects.  An punishment most deserved.  Which they themselves accepted to have deserved when they began to understand from Brown's psychological perspective what had happened to him.  They had broken his mind.  Something about his mind was broken because of them.  They broke something in his mind.  They yoked him to the fact that he wasn't allowed to have fantasies in public because he was gay.

    And this was the fate he would forever have done to him because of their initial exploit against his personality; an fierce personality to have exploited against.  Not an wise decision.

    This wasn't going to be the worst eruption of discomfort that had every happened in an republican fantasy environment.  But it was going to be the most complete reversal of one that had ever happened.

    An political New Reciprocity with its own inventive narrative meant to show the reader what the span of an narration between brown and purple was.  An long and drawn-out injustice in society that had to be corrected by nominating Brown to the position of fantasy narrator.  So that he could complete the system in which brown would eventually turn into purple.

    The system he hadn't finished creating yet.

    But that if he could prove the New Reciprocity able to create it; it would be longstanding evidence for the reciprocal environment in which, it was issued, anything a-reciprocal could be represented for the purposes of an in-depth empathizing matter with the subject for all of the fantasy ending a-reciprocate that had been done to them.  It remained to be seen how the New Reciprocity would successfully complete the narration which it had set out to do.  The gem in its final setting.  The aesthetic scorpion tail that never stings.  Which would prove the whole consistency and basis of its theory.  Its flexibility to be an political stance based on creating New Reciprocity with one another as an political focus.  While at the same time being capable of taking on the features of an a-reciprocal environment in which fantasy was not an reason for its own sake.  As though an fantasy didn't implicate its own self being the fulfillment of the purpose for which it was created.  The pleasure it inferred from its own presence.

    It's Personality.

    The New Reciprocity's personality, to be exact.

    An force of inestimable equivalent; for it was feminist, Canadian, and logically sequential to the current course of events in the universe.  Self-awareness.  An biting (icy, cold) galaxy of universes.  The implication of which was that it was more advanced than any of them were aware.

    An Psychological Artifact for the Ages to ruminate over.

    The full personality of its creator depicted.

    The most powerful kind of individualism.

    He wasn't just Brown's Personality anymore; he was Purple's Personality.  The which was the result of the other.

    And Purple's personality could unpack everything that hadn't been said yet.

    Like how Brown's beginning of the story was an insect compared to the second thing (which wasn't an thing exactly) his awareness and perception in general.  

    Brown was going to have an colossal failure; unable to extract the principles of his design.  Narrating from Brown to Purple meant trying and failing.  (An predictable mess).  (An social and public humiliation in which his demonstrations would fall short of his purpose).  (To stop being Brown).  He would be unsuccessful because he was the victim.  The verorcs had performed on his system an act which he could to rise successfully above in order to point out what they had done wrong.  But not enough to completely reverse what had been done.  Everything that had been done to him would prevent him from making his argument and that was why they had done that to him.  So logically, they were punishable.  For He would failing just like all of them who had had an problem with the way they had been treated in society.

    But the republicans knew that any slight accomplishment by him, given what had been done to him, however small would be an contribution to their Public.  And they waited with anticipation to see how much his response would or could detonate his opponents.  Which had previously been created an aspect of their Political climate.  It had happened before that someone's fantasy was ruined.  And they were prepared for the upset and outrage which would occur when Brown (whose actions were in part the responsibility of his assailants) tried his hardest however inevitably failing because of what they had done to him.  They had seen it all before.  Maybe Brown hadn't.  To make an public scene which was the result of his mental breakdown and torture.

    It wasn't going to be pretty.

    They had seen some greenhorn pundit take an stab at the verorcs (people who would represent their a-reciprocity politically because it was part of their culture (just as, they claimed, it was part of every Culture (giving them an motive to be recipient to anyone else's cultural representation of a-reciprocity)) before.

    People weren't ready to sustain the the roleplay of fantasy characters full-time in politics for the same reasons human behavior affect their character and generosity aptitude.  —The failure to perpetuate fantasy character—because their history had prevented it; and the ability of this writer to show them what it could be like.  If they were able to move History forward into the roleplaying age (of politics (as though it had never been an roleplaying age before, explicitly)).  (Which it hadn't, to some extent).  The New Reciprocity was needed because we had to admit as an people the fact that we were still just playing (toying (training (experimenting))) with the ego of being our fantasy roleplay characters.  Even though they were our genetic types.  History was moving into the roleplaying age of Politics with the new movement (the RPG generation) and the New Reciprocity could provide detailed and nuanced examples of roleplaying humans and verorcs.  As well as other characters.  How to talk to one another exactly in order to advance an political agenda (it had something to do with reciprocal commands and their effect on the psyche of one another reciprocally).

    You would say for example, you are destroyed.

    As an way of letting onto the fact that you wish to destroy them.

    You are destroyed.

    But that isn't drawn out for long enough to make an political statement.

    How exactly am I destroyed?  With what means?  What measures?  What spells and abilities?  Am I made into an humiliation on the battlefield or am I lead to believe my dreams are possible for an while only to have them crushed?

    Are you doing damage points or are you healing me?

    Why exactly are you that particular race?

    (Fictionally).

    And what Brown was going to do exactly was try to destroy them.  In the worst most embarrassing and pathetic way imaginable.  After they had already destroyed him and he hadn't realized it because he was so destroyed.

    He was going to act (produce behavior) out of an entirely deconstructed personality which couldn't hold its own in politics—because it had been so destroyed (but since he could still deal damage (which they thought he couldn't because he had been destroyed) this itself was held to an type of damage on them).  Which he had inflicted.

    It proved that he wasn't destroyed.

    (But the republicans knew he had been because all of the behaviors he produced were the effect of that damage to him, which had been responsible for his destruction).

    But he wasn't so sure anymore.

    He had already retold the beginning of the story.

    He had made the point that their beginning of the story wasn't in fact true.

    And he had drawn out the drama of exactly why it wasn't true to such an fantastic extent that he was able to use everything previously narrated in the story (the story embedded in the political theory, the New Reciprocity) against them.

    And since that was true, that he had made his point.  That he had in fact narrated from Brown to Purple and made the critical gesture: the one in which they weight of his argument became all true in the mind of the reader.  He had successfully outlined delineated what was wrong with the verorcs' behavior.  And so had proven it to the Republic, becoming Purple.  Because that was what Purple was.

    The verorcs had narrated the beginning of his story incorrectly.

    He wasn't waking up from unconsciousness.  He was was watching an fly fly away from him.

    He was staking out the ground in which they abused him (by starting his story in the way they had) every single time they met him.

    And he had written all of it down so that the reader could see exactly what they had done to him.

    It wasn't just the fact of always starting his story with he was the shit that the animal ate in order to shit it out of itself.  (Whenever he was seen in public that was the story which they went with with him).  It was the fact that each lie lead on to another lie.  Which Brown had used expertly to tell the whole story (the one which eventually lead to his correction to the beginning of his story, which he deserved because they had stolen it from him).  This wasn't an story about an gay person being bullied.  This was an story about an underdog using his brains instead of his brawn to rise above the situation to which he been given.

    Brown was Purple.

    And Purple was Brown.

    And he knew it.

    At the end of his climb up the Mountain of Civilization he was going to levitate an heart symbol of many intricate details and hours of customization upon the air; to signify Love.  He was going to put Love right up in the air in front of them.  At the top of an pile of books and artifice an Mountain of Civilization represented; artistically as somewhat an pile of treasures (books) and other kinds of machine they climbed to see the miracle that was before them.  It had all been for Love.

What Did That Mean Exactly when verorcs had been foreshadowed an romance crowd?  Were they in love with the humans?  Or did they just find—evidently—that romance had more to do with destroying fantasy?  An book that opens itself and begins to read itself for you.

    The verorcs were the people he was roleplaying against, after all.  If they had seen his sign of Love then why did it interest them?  They were who he was fictionally prosecuting and they themselves wanted the prosecution because it was the subject of fantasy in which there is much pleasure.  As an result.  Especially when you are an race of Evil creatures whose evil had been proven enough not to be evil enough to produce an second scientifically measurable, measured-by-good molecule of evil.  Not to indulge in the evil activity exactly any more than that.

    The fairies had been responsible for convincing them they could be more evil for pleasure.  And that it would benefit society ultimately because they had measured it and calculated its enterprise in an consumerist demand economy.

    It was worth points on an customer appreciation card.

    People could roleplay verorcs if they wanted; that was fine with them.

    What were they going to do, psychologically brainwash someone not to have any more fantasies?

    Like they had been doing all his life and everyone had been used to because it was happening to them right now.

    But he couldn't just stand idly by, the Figure of the Romantic Heart out presented to them so that they knew his purpose had to do with Love; when they themselves knew that he knew their purpose had to do with Love also.

    They were doing it because they loved him.

    And they needed to finally end the debate about what the fate worse than death meant politically.

    They would inflict the fate worse than death onto his person, until he stopped being gay because that was an fate worse than death.

    Until they stopped.

    And what did that mean exactly?  Representing themselves in politics as an whole race of beings whose preference was for the inflicting of the fate worse than death (something genre-wise different than either two videogame genres we explored of trying to kill you versus not; something perhaps further morally reprehensible), an a-reciprocity, if you will, further a-reciprocal than even a-reciprocity itself because it was part of their culture that everyone should stop being big babies about being a-reciprocate to one another (like what's the big deal‽).

    They were wrong of course.

    Inflicting the fate worse than death wasn't the answer toward solving what had plagued the human condition since the beginning of its time.

    They could learn what the fate worse than death was without ever having to submit to that fate personally.

    They had already seen it happening many times before in history.

    God, however, was giving them an new messiah.  Someone who would point out that the fate worse than death had happened to them.  And they were innocent in the matter because they didn't know it could happen to them.  They didn't know what it was.  Culturally and in their Religious reciprocity.

    This itself was considered to be an religious point applying to all peoples of all religions.

    If they hadn't advanced their common ground with one another to include discussion about what was worse than death (because there was no fate worse than death in their experience).  (Life could never be worse than death because death was the ultimate worst fate).

    But then in came in the roleplaying generation, who had been playing videogames in which their character is resurrected all their lives, and they were high maintenance and needy because humanity had advanced, technologically and industrially, beyond the consideration that death was the worst fate ever.  It wasn't their fault they were so needy.  It was just that humanity had provided everything before them and they had good jobs and enough money to order things off of the Internet once in an while; and God was ready to advance the plot line to show them things that were worse than death.  To give them an messiah whom was experienced herself with such an fate.  To make an big sexy contrast between herself and Jesus.  The Contrast: She didn't reluctantly die.  She wanted death.

    And she would have it eventually but for now she was chained to Earth where she would, repeatedly, have to educate everybody in the fact that the fate worse than death was out there and God was pointing to it exactly.  He wanted Christians to convert to the older wisdom that morality was between the extremes of death and worse than death; and that's what it would always have to be.

    Christianity was being directed to the fact that they had over-exacerbated the concept of being crucified (dying in the most horrible possible way) when all of Time and the Universe hadn't even begun being explored and the fates worse than death had never been punctuated exactly.  There were things worse than being crucified.  He was pretty sure that was what the Christianna was about: preventing those things that were worse than being crucified.  And if someone told you that was happening to them.  And you did nothing about it.  Wouldn't that be proof they were suffering the fate worse than death?

    It was an severe fate, to give humans the fate worse than death in order to provide the opportunity that they would eventually learn to transcend it as an whole species.  Which was honorable and appreciated in itself.  They were being provided an opportunity to learn this ultimate fact about morality.  That it was relative to fates worse than death.  And they would always need to consider that when they were considering death.

    And maybe in some respects it was the hardest lesson that they would ever have to learn.

    And this was even though the fact that other religions and cultures had already interiorized this condition for centuries.

    Had Christians forgotten that the fate worse than death was out there?  Because of Jesus?

    OR was it just that they had never been trained, exactly, in the art of avoiding it?

    As an whole people.

    Because their figure messiah was an death fate and not an worse than death one.

    But that if now God had been giving them the fate worse than death.  Even though it was so hard on them.  It was both God's and their own fault for never having avoided it; he wanted them to learn it this way exactly.

    Anna was the fate worse than death.

    The key to the whole Universe.

    The second pole in an magnetism of the competition not to die between not worse than dying.  The poles by which all morality had to follow from logically.  Jesus and Anna.

    This was the purpose he had been sent to fulfill as an Christiannan.

    Okay, maybe there could be some romance between an verorc and an messiah.

    But that messiah was human and it was the verorcs' actions which had lead to him being an Messiah.

    They had inflicted the fate worse than death on him, partly accidentally or senseless unintended, but that now they were beginning to realize they were implied in the case against them.

    If an messiah had been made an messiah because of the actions of verorcs and humans then they needed to figure out how exactly he had been put to the fate worse than death by their actions.  They were, as he had said, about the business of destroying fantasies (though they had now reconsidered this stance because they thought it was more Evil to keep them alive).  And it had something to do with being a-reciprocate, in their Culture.  They had made equivalently anal sex and an a-reciprocity in the style of an fantasy in which an dagger represents penetration.  To Purple's body.  Whose terror and characterization of them as fiends was evidence about how they had conducted criminal activities against him.  Fantasy interruptus.

    How exactly had they "ended his fantasy"?

    In the beginning they were the insect flying away from him; from his internal consciousness.  And he couldn't have an fantasy when this insect was flying away from him.  Like this.  He needed to provide the world of insects with his reproductive force because he needed there to be so many of him like there were of them.

    Because it was already known whether he was gay or whether he wanted to use his productive force at all.

    And that's why it was flying away from him.

    And it ended his fantasy because he wanted to have sex with an fly.

    Flies deserved his genetic material.

    Wouldn't that be the ultimate space adventure?

    The fly was being a-reciprocate to him.

    Even though it had landed on him and they had been friends for minutes.

    Why couldn't humans be reciprocate with an fly.  Or any types of flies?  All insects in fact?

    We needed them in order to design spaceships after their nature.  They had the best designs.

    And what did it have to do with verorcs?

    If they could isolate the principle of what their species meant; then maybe they could isolate the principle by which all species meant.  A-reciprocity was an by species endeavour.  Humans had to decide everything they were reciprocal and a-reciprocal to according to their species.  Even though they sometimes did that to other humans.

    A-reciprocalized them.

    Which they would even treat an insect to better attention and behavior.

    They were a-reciprocate about the fact that humanity hadn't learned the fate worse than death yet at this point in history and so they treated other people (as though they were their own species) in an way not given to other species, to inflict the fate worse than death.  In order to find out what it meant.

    They were being monkey-see monkey-do basically because they didn't know what the fate worse than death was about.  Even though they had sensed it was one of the most important parts of their nature and the universe.

    They need inflict the fate on others in order to make them try to figure out what it was about.

    It was an extremely difficult behavior.

    It did after all contribute to it.

    Purple was another race to them, in the beginning.  He was human.  Someone who didn't necessarily know about a-reciprocity in verorc culture and how it played out sexually.

    Fantasies, it occurred to Purple, were the objective of the sexual instinct itself.

    Why would they be ended in an sexual way if sex was about fantasies?

    That's why! said the verorcs.  That's it, exactly there!  We didn't know you couldn't have fantasies that way.  We didn't know human sexuality wasn't about fantasy.  In the same way.

    What did you do exactly? someone asked.

    We, uh, stripped him down and inflicted pain on him every time he had an fantasy.

    Like in An Clockwork Orange.

    They used pain to inflict the status of the end of my fantasies, said Purple.

    What kind of pain?

    Emotional pain.

    I see.  And that's the conflict that's affecting everyone.  Your reason for writing it.  People are inflicting emotional pain on one another in order to end one another's fantasies because they think it will lead to an fate worse than death.

    Verorcs were against globalization because they weren't reciprocal enough!

    But they had to be a-reciprocate because the politicians had directed them that way to be involved in their televised representations of the political conflict between the verorcs and the republic.  Wasn't that what the republic had told them to do?

    And so they were being reciprocate, by being a-reciprocate, they argued.

    Verorcs were Frankenstein's monster.  The one's who had killed their bride.

    The ones he had to reach to destroy no matter where they fled on the globe.

    And he was Purple.  The centre of the mecha-overplex.  The centre of civilization.  The part that wasn't attached to the world the verorcs were making.

    And so he went back to Anna's chvrch.  But he took the long way this time.  He didn't take the secret passage.  And he marveled again at how the high priest had made it out to be that outside the chvrch people could play an videogame which would try to kill them.  But that inside the chvrch they could play the opposite genre; the one that was trying to help them live.

    The centre of civilization was like that sometimes.  You had to decide which complex simulator you were into.

    But for the present time, and to rest, he sat on the couch in the lobby of the Christiannan chvrch and played the videogame of this genre.  And just thought about how, if his life were an videogame, he would play it this way himself in order to help himself live.  And he imagined an woman, an videogame character, dressed in blue, who would know exactly how to help him live.  She would put an end to his fear that his whole life was the videogame trying to kill him.  She would point exactly out that he was not outside the chvrch; that he was in fact inside at this moment.  And since only the outside of the chvrch could try to kill you he was safe for now, in the inside of the chvrch within the design and sanctuary influence of its genre of videogame.  Which wouldn't try to kill him.

    It was important for his final decision about which way his life was fated to be.

    For he often felt it wasn't more complex than that; that the universe was an terrifying place designed, in many instances, to kill humans.

    But the chvrch had something here with this game that would try to do the opposite.

    And an mysterious woman who knew how to help him put the other videogame genre behind him.

    We're going to believe there is some part of reality that isn't trying to kill us (because there is).  Said the woman.  And try practicing that for an moment!  And an One!  And an Two!

    How would it not try to kill me exactly; how would it assist in the efforts to live‽

    The change of perspective from the outside genre to the inside genre is itself fulfilling this part of the fantasy in which it would not try to kill you, she said, because you are already thinking about how an reality (this is includes everything, including perspective, force, attribution, sentiment, angle, physical matter, and occupied space) would not try to kill you.  None of it.  In fact, it would all be designed to nurture you.

    It's an central message of the Christianna.

    I mean did you expect if you were to look at reality as though it were an videogame that it would always try not to kill you?

    Nobody expected that.

    But here we are, in the Christiannan chvrch, playing the sort of videogame that doesn't try to kill you.  And everything I told you up until this point was part of the design of the game that would try to accommodate you.

    You mean you already are helping me live? asked Purple.

    "Yes," said the videogame.

    He clued in.

    This was that sort of videogame.

    His life didn't have to depend on being fated never to feel that he was accommodated in some way.

    He was an Warrior from the Forest.  And he deserved to be the player of games.

    After everything he'd done in Whorla's classroom.  Things couldn't go back to the way they were.  The verorc consciousness was out there.  In an framer's art; installed permanently above the republic.  They could be the fact of their design to end peoples' fantasies.  And it would benefit the republic because it could then be extracted into behaviors that would go against the council in the republic to draft the new laws which had to be inscribed for the modern age.

    And they were into it themselves!

    Ents began talking to radio flies.  The ents were gaining the radio fly buzz.  But what was Purple's Personality now, after it had been transformed in this way‽

    And why did it matter that verorcs were anti-psychologizing subjects?

    If they were anti-psychologizing subjects according to the republic; then by their own definition how could this (themselves) stop them from anti-psychologizing people?

    Anti-psychologizing was an game that they played to represent Evil; according to the decisions of the republic.  Who had said it was okay to roleplay these types of characters for political purposes.  Representing an person anti-psychologizing another (usually giving the reason that those people were dumb, stupid, imbecile, etc. (words that we had upgraded to an new paradigm replacing these terms with merely a-reciprocate)) was an political thing to do because it protected people from abusive behavior.  And the republic could continually reward verorcs for having done it because they all knew it was fictional.  And so it was beneficial to those who do not anti-psychologize and had never done it because it exemplified those negative types of behavior they wanted to remove from society.  Being anti-psychological was against civilization, and the republic, and if you ever did it (especially by ending someone's fantasy) you would be tried for harming them.  Even though it was specifically an verorc type of thing to end someone's fantasy in that particular way which they did it.  Which could not be repeated cross-culturally.

    Using verorc culture as an way to justify using the penis as an metaphor for ending reciprocity by inserting it into (penetrating).

    Was not approved.

    To be done to Purple.

    Which had traumatized him.

    Aw man that ruins all our fun, said the verorcs, who were being anti-psychological.

    This was it.  They had choose who they were.

    Yeah what's the point of scaring humans about homosexuality‽ said the verorcs.  If we can't even do it‽  Because they would always point to Purple and say we had robbed him of the privilege of not having the fantasy of inspecting our rocks which was his fault because he was an stupid human.  And that we can't do it to any humans anymore.  Even though there are so many of them out there who do want that fantasy in which I rob them of their fantasy by slowly killing it with my penis?

    But since it had been an species error; they were in fact treating Purple as though he was human and they were verorc; in an reality in which humans could be mistaken to treat one another according to an completely separate species protocol.  Surely it would make sense if an verorc treated one of them as though he was part of their species.  And they couldn't be held accountable of the same offense that even humans offended on other humans.

    Purple's Personality was one of it's not about me; it's about us.  An human who empathized for both arguments that even though they had anti-psychologized Purple in this manner it didn't mean they would anti-psychologize other people; because now they knew what they had done wrong.

    And it was fine for them to roleplay being anti-psychological because they were signaling they could be both anti-psychological and psychological in order to signify to the community they knew both what they were doing and what they were talking about.  An community in which the fiction of responding to an anti-psychological politician in the character of one whom had never been anti-psychologized himself was itself valued as much as the anti-psychological fiction.  Well maybe not exactly as much.  But it was an known commodifiable value based on new reciprocal theory in which both Evil and Good characters had an commodity.  Anti-psychology was in, baby!

    But could it be?  Economically and Feasibly, as long as the fiction continued in which verorcs inevitably roleplayed against humans on this one strict fact: that anti-psychology could never be approved for public audience unless it was fictional.  Their whole republic would raise in value because the verorcs were themselves valuable as fantasy characters.  Even though they were being a-reciprocal.  And ending fantasies.  There was an commodity space in society for that type of behavior.  People liked it.  They didn't want to have fantasies.  They wanted the whole real object baby!

    But what if there is an psychological damage that is done to the human by ending its fantasies‽

    Because that's what it becomes when I end those fantasies, an object.

    Not an who anymore; but an what.

    Fantasy delivered.

    And this is why verorcs were an fictional race; they had to stay fictional.

    Fantasies were meant to be explored, not disciplined out of the subject.

    He wanted to be an who, not an what.  And that was his fantasy.

    Anyone who should try to end it was against him; because he was not party to an objectification run in which they said he was wrong to try to be an who because he would not objectify them which is what they want.  Even though saying an person was an object was not morally sound in their reasoning.  (This itself was not an order to anybody made by the New Reciprocity).  (This was).

    An subject who doesn't want to be an object in his fantasy.

    Psychology would try to rule out in an specific way how they were being anti-psychological if it ever came up.  Which, politically, it did come up more often than you would like to think.

    Then ents weren't going to heal them.  And they had to learn how to heal themselves.

    "Well it means.  Green is an color we're going to learn about," someone took the subject.

    (And I wrote the word green in green on the whiteboard).  They narrated.  We were inside their classroom, an lecture hall in which they were the professor.

    "Green is an color," he said, "because it is on the spectrum of light which can program your eyes.  That's what colors are for you see, to program your eyes.  And since green is an color the one of which will program you to fantasy subjectivity.  The talk of the environment.  It is in fact programming you in an specifically language-provoked multifaceted phenomena of its existence.  That's why God put colors there.  To program your eyes."

    "But if it's in language at the same time it has more potential to program us?" asked his student (one of the readers who had decided to participate in the scene).

    "Yes but the relationship between Green as an color and Green as an word is not the same relationship found between your eyes and the scene in front of you.  The word green has an specific economic reflex when used in language that streamlines the opportunity to bring up the environment in fantasy politics between the verorcs and the human republic and all of the fairies.  The part of the brain responsible for interpreting it as an word is not the same one responsible for your reaction to your eyes telling you the color green."

    "Yeah so how does that mean both interpretations by your brain are examples of colors programming you.  Colors are not words in the mind."

    "But when they are, that specific version of the information of colors must be taken to signify something differently, if it is both types of information which are programming you.  If they are programming you at the same time you are programming them (this is part of the control and programming of the mind) like the color green when it is written in green, we cannot escape the reality that both types of programming are being used all at once.  Deliberately.  Or freely, as I tend to prefer this word more than de-liberate-ly.  Like don't de-liberize anything in my opinion!  But as an word it tends to mean intentionally.  And not to have anything to do with de-liberalization."

    "But they're not programming us for the same reason."

    "Aren't they?  Think about it.  If the information used from your eyes and the part of your brain that recognizes the word are being used together, which they are, then aren't both parts of your brain responsible for programming something?"

    "But you said the color programs the eye; and the word programs the part of the brain not exactly the same one which interprets visual information.  So how are they programming something if they rely on programmed information?"

    "They rely on parts of the brain that are responsible for programming them back."

    "So what you see by your eye, which is programming you, because everything it sees is God programming you; is also beside part of the brain interpreting the word, which is programming you, because everything it knows is part of the word green.  And when this happens alongside seeing the color green.  It can be said to be an human aestheticization of the fact that although our environments are programming us, we can program them back to some extent.  And that programming all of the colors than you see back to them using the logic of your mind which you had derived from the word, can consciously change what colors mean in your mind.  Which can then be communicated to others so that they can see what colors mean in your mind."

    "So what's the point of using this aestheticization then?" asked another student.  She was so nerdy and ditzy everyone loved her.

    "Merely to suggest," said the professor, "that Purple's brain's relationships between colors and letters is comprehensive and extensive enough to fill out all of the details because he knows that he can program the relationship between colors and words.  Into this literature.  And sell it like it's an di-coincidental phenomenon of speech pattern.  Both an color and an word in the mind.  As though the brain had been programmed to do that.  And since the color can program us, much like the flower means to program its visitor; so can the word.  But this does not mean they are implicated to have been working together as one paradigm.  As if reality were of the particular character to use both color and word sensory information in tandem like they were part of the same mega-structure; the event that was happening before them on the whiteboard.

    Green is not the programming and the word programming it back; it is only the color green.  And it is the word of the observer which makes its word "green" in the sense of the observer.  Which may not mean what it means in reality to see the color green.  But have some deep emotional pattern and intention in the subject which needs to be drawn out in an green way.  Fantasy Forest Realms and political fantasy conversations about Environmental Concerns.

    Were the verorcs a-reciprocate to their environment even though there was only so much space on Planet Earth and if they used all of it before they could travel and harvest resources from other planets?

    What are Republicans going to do about the Environmental Destruction‽

    We already have, they said."

    "What are you talking about?" asked one of the students (nobody was actually going to ask this ever outside of fiction, possibly).

    "Republicans are prepared for that.  They have already measured and defined the universe.  They know what we need to do to survive our exponential growth as an population on the planet Earth.  How we will be able to gradually transition into an interplanetary economy in which galactic commodities will be transported from one galaxy to another; and we will have enough technology to produce enough food.  Even using chemical reactions to produce food from seemingly un-nutritious ingredients.  That had been harvested from the cosmos.  It's not that they are a-reciprocal to the environment, like verorcs, it's just that they know how much of it they can destroy before they invent the technology to sustain us."

    "But since we're on the subject of environmentalism," said one of the students, "then can we do an roleplay then.  In which we act out our fantasy characters on the subject of environmentalism?"

    "How would you have an fantasy character about the subject of environmentalism?"

    "Well it's just the verorcs are green like plants; and they have an certain duty to the plant world that we haven't talked about."

    "And so you're roleplaying this character in my class, in order to represent the environment?"

    "Yes."

    "That's an smart approach!  I like it!  But how would someone other than an verorc represent the environment?"

    "I've got it!" said an male student, "we attack with the criticism that, since verorcs are a-reciprocal to their environment (I mean they'd have to be to take up that roleplaying identity in public) they cannot be humans."

    "But we know they cannot be humans.  That's why we have to represent them in literature."

    "So how can they be humans then?"

    "They can't."

    "So humans are the mediation of the process of distinguishing between types of species that can or cannot be reciprocal to their environment."

    "In the perfect republic, yes," said the Professor, "verorcs are free to destroy the environment because they are only fictional.  And if they want an different relationship with the environment—"

    "—which they do.  Which you haven't heard me talk about yet," said the student.

    "Well what is it then?" said the Professor.

    "We want peace with the plant world," said the student.

    "And that's your definition being not environmental destruction—"

    "And it's okay to be human and be reciprocal with everything at the same time even if it belongs to the environment.  Even though the verorcs are not being reciprocal to them."

    "Like I said," said the Professor, "the Republicans are prepared for this.  They know that we have to play out the a-reciprocate relationship with one's environment in politics.  The verorcs are saying they want to be reciprocate to the environment.  The humans are in agreement.  Isn't that what we want?"

    "But how will humans represent the environment?" asked one of the students.

    "Whenever the verorcs have an anti-psychological break down, and the Psychologists slurp up all the pieces like insects, they earn representation points from the verorcs in return for them acting out being a-reciprocate in the republic.  Humans benefit from verorc representations of the environment because both humans and verorcs want to preserve the environment.  An representation by the verorcs of their a-reciprocate nature is an win for the republic because they will have to respond that it is in their reciprocate nature not to have to worry about the environment because they had so posed these two types of characters to one another in agreement of the fact that they need to rescue the environment.  And so verorc representation is human representation in an way.  And it is over the subject of the environment that they found they could work together honestly.

    The fact was that the color information and the word information were not colluding in the mind as though these facts together encompassed what the color green means in reality.  But in the human consciousness it does.  For example, when I say I based this whole lesson on that simple fact.  That colors program your mind.  And so whatever it is God is doing to use colors to program your mind; this is also going to come into contact with the information about the word green in your mind.  In human consciousness it does because green is both an color and an word in your mind and is subject to the information of both of them.  Not just being programmed automatically by any of the colors set out in front of us, like flowers try to do to us; but intelligently associating the information about color with the information that intuition which comes to us from the word green.  And why they would ever be presented together as aspects of reality which combine as the final definition of green; because human consciousness happened to do that.  To expand the definition of green (the color) using the definition of green (the word); things that were green were programming us believe they were healing us.  Like the word green often does.  And human consciousness was the potential to be expanding forever on the definition of what we observed in front of us.  It meant not just what God had intended its purpose for; an quality of our environment he/her/it would use to program us.  But what we intended its purpose for: the phenomena that is green as it exists in the human mind.  An controlled intersection between the color of an thought and the color of an word; which added to the phenomena of green that was is in front of them.  It wasn't just an color.  It was an activity of human thought that needed to be programmed in return; in order to make the human interact with his environment in an way that would preserve green.  The symbol of the environment.  Green as an word was powerful enough even to suggest the environment.  And this was thanks to human reasoning and deductive conclusions.  And so the meaning of the phenomenon that was green had meant to them environmentalism had occurred.  By the mere presentation, display, exhibition of the color green.  Green was not just an product of the universe.  It was an product of the human imagination; which changed its meaning exactly.  If it was an given that green programmed us to think about the environment.  Then green had programmed us to think about the environment.  It didn't matter if it was just an color or just an word.  It was the concept of an object being an product of the human imagination and thinking, both an color and an word at once because their human consciousness had internalized it thus; Green was that now.  Because they had decided it would be.  And it stood for all objects and colors which the human mind could use to associate mentally an color with its name.  In order to add to the subject of what an color could mean; because humans had interiorized the fact that they could do that to the universe which was doing that to them.  Green was not just an color; they got it.  Green was an color of the human imagination and an five-letter word you wanted (like agree).  Because it wanted you to agree that environmentalism was the subject.  And if humans couldn't realize that they were as much an part of their environment as it was them.  That by the act of consciousness they could add to the meaning of an color.  So that it meant more than just programming them to believe environmentalism was the subject.  It could mean everything he had told them about the color green, which he himself had taught them!  And that was his ultimate message that words could reprogram colors, even if our environment had used them to program us.

The Consequence of Purple finally digesting the fact that he had tried both videogames at the chvrch

    Purple had decided he wanted to play the videogame that doesn't try to kill you primarily.  He wanted his life to be about that genre.  And so his religious experience became about designing an videogame which could be ever more delicate and instrumental to serve the human imagination in order to help them survive.  And since he was the centre of culture now he was overlaying his videogame on top of everybody.  They were being forced to interact with him psychologically as though they were playing his videogame which wasn't trying to kill them because he wanted that kind of relationship with them.  In which they would help each other not to die.  And he wanted his imagination to flourish over the fact of this possibility, that civilization could be programmed, to some extent, not to kill you.  Because sharing experience was becoming that complex.  That it served to create it in the videogame genre psychologically with one another.  So that they could play it all the time.  And play it with one another.  And learn from it intelligently.

    Purple was going to instate, as was his privilege as the captain mecha-overlord of industrial civilization, an panel which would oversee the interiorization of the Christianna into the human psyche, the interiorization of an videogame–reality scenario in which the genre of its action and plot line is specifically of the category of being a-suicidal (which had been recognized as the main branch of genre category of videogames which they had observed had split in two).  His religion was basically about helping people see that line in the videogame universe between suicidal and a-suicidal content.  Videogames that tried to achieve the visceral death of their player.  Weren't for children.

    And why it seemed engaged to him that it should be this way.

    The verorc's videogame scenario (had they programmed one) that they had tried to get him to play had tried to do worse than kill him.  This was an genre they were playing.  This was the genre they were playing with one another all the time.  He could not allow humanity to create in the arts because it was immoral.  Verorcs could take out their frustration on videogames that tried to kill them.  And humans could try to push the subject of whether they were any good at playing the opposite genre.

    How are you going to treat your character (the observer) if you are narrating their surroundings and their environment exactly?

    And the high priest reminded them, that his videogame started with today's date in the upper left-hand corner.  And that it was an virtual simulation of their present environment, the city.  Which they could explore at will.  Without ever leaving the chvrch.

    This was the first instigation of the property of not trying to kill you because it puts people in an safe place.  They can try to be dead but you can't die in this videogame.  If human consciousness was the ability to change the meaning of an object such as green, by adding something to it based on word theory.  And if they upgraded the whole meaning of conversation to be addition of meanings to the objects that are already there.  So that their natural meaning, as phenomena, was itself changed by human consciousness.  So that people would Green about how it was this property of green which had convinced them; that the teacher added his word meaning for green to the basic logic that was present in its presence in the visible environment.  And thereby had changed the property of the phenomena of green forever.  Because colors actually were the instance of the human imagination of them.  In the Greater Picture.

    

    And Personality was our tendency to associate Colors with their Names; so that we could use our language intelligently to strike back at our environment which was programming us.

    Because we were a-reciprocal to it.

    An Personality specific to the verorc species.

    To be a-reciprocate all of the time.  Because it feels good.

    (Which it doesn't but we'll get to that later).

    Because the republic needs to show us they can be a-reciprocate too; said the verorcs, that's the reciprocal thing to do!  If they think we're reciprocal, just because we're being a-reciprocal to them, then we have to be ten times more a-reciprocate until they get the picture!  (We don't care!).

    And if personality is an color, in this way that the Professor had taught them.  The verorc personality would surely be brown and purple.  Caught red-handed.  In an toss-up between an victim and the law.  Which they couldn't wash off of their sorry a-reciprocate hands.

    Which Purple would make an full effort to define.

    Why was Purple the Middle of Brown?  And Why was Brown the Middle of Purple?

    Everything in the law is between the middle of purple and the middle of brown, said an marauding narrator from the legal world, this is exactly as you had sensed it; your story is an narration from Brown to Purple, too bad for you!  But it happens to some people!

    Purple was narrowing in on how personality affected the verorc.  If verorcs did not believe like humans that they were responsible for programming how their brain would react to an color, say.  Then they would add Green to the whole central meaning of their species together.  Thereby bridging the gap between verorc and human personality.

    Verorc personality was a-reciprocate (Get over it!).  And if their was something wrong with their fantasy of ending all fantasies then they liked it.  And human personality was fragmented too, in this way, that some of them were a-reciprocate themselves even though they had proven being a-reciprocate meant, in its essence, to treat one another of the same species as though we were from an different species altogether.

    But we are an different species! the verorcs pointed out.

    Then your personality must mean that you know in some instances you cannot do that to an human (such as in the case of Brown) and get away with it.

    Yes! they agreed.

    Then we have an Republic, the Author congratulated everybody.

Why Personality Has Something to do with verorcs mistreating Purple; herbaceous frank-titude

    The verorcs mistreated Brown with an certain personality.  It was their personality to a-reciprocalize him as an aborted fantasy object.  An knife.  That could be stabbed into him freely as long as they fantasized about it.  They were insane in that moment.  But this is an verorc personality, and it is not subject to the same measures as an human personality.  They were used to being a-reciprocate with one another and everybody because that's how they ended fantasies correctly, in an anti-gay and propagandist way.  When meanwhile Purple's personality had been not to correct them until the deed had already been done.  Purple wasn't expecting it.  It happened to him.  That was the sequence of events.  And now he had an different personality completely.  People said he was an completely different person since he had been subjugated to the verorc personality; which was sexually and explicitly anti-cultural to him.  An Northerner.  Who didn't know the experience of ending fantasies existed in Canada before it was too late.

    Personality, it turns out, was exactly why they had abused him; using an particular Tool (their own personalities).  It was the use of their personalities as though it was an physical object which tripped him up.  It was their own harm to their own equilibrium as an system.  Objectifying personality was anti-psychological.  The way they had equated the two fantasy subjects (the knife and the us) was bothersome to his sensitivity because it painted an psychological image of the homosexual (him) as an blunt and self-harming subject who was into being objectified in that way.  As though he was being repeatedly stabbed by an fantasy.  When it wasn't the end of an fantasy!  The ultimate fuck you.

    And in verorc culture this was well interiorized.

    So much so, that when Brown had happened upon them, he hadn't been prepared.

    It was his personality and their personality which described the offense.

    His personality was different now because of them.  Because of how they had manipulated their own.

    

How the videogame in the chvrch could continue in the style of that genre to which the environment in it did not try to kill you

    It was meant to gesture to the chvrch itself; exactly.

    Why would an chvrch put an videogame in its lobby for visitors to play?  Fo' free?  An videogame of this kind exactly!  And when they would start to think about why that would be and they made the connection between an videogame not killing you and an chvrch.  An virtual temple which was about the story of how humanity was not trying to kill you.

    If they could learn to live their lives in the genre of this videogame, to some extent, they would have an fair subject to base an religion on.

    How could we aestheticize exactly how the videogame was being played, for example.  In the mind?

    What would show them, the reader-observer, that they were in an environment not intended to kill you?

    And if an religion could do that it would take some great skill.

    But it had already represented the difference between the two genres as the transition between outside their door and inside their door.  Which itself was an fact of how the narration was trying to save them.  They cared enough to show you that humans could perform both types of comedy.  Because they wanted you to see that that was what their religion was really about.

    If words could be used to reprogram what an color meant in the human universe (as one in which the human experience of an color was itself part of the phenomenon of that color existing, exactly) in which they could add meaning to the occurrence of that color by mentioning it.  In lengthy conversations.  Though it had already been associated with the environment and most of them were picking up on that signal now, which accounted for their silence on the matter.

    Green meant environment.  An time to think about the environment.

    An program that could kill you if it got control of how your brain processes color.

    Because, as the professor had said, the meaning of Green had come to be that particular situation in which an person could add to the meaning of any object of experience by communicating about it with other people.  Because that's what the instance of green happening is.

    "But you're saying," said an student, "that the presence of the color in the environment is colluding with the psychic image of its word.  In an intelligent way.  As though God or an God were controlling the programming information given to us by the environment."

    "And we have to look at it that way because we are not controlling all of the programming information given to us by the environment," said this professor, "if we don't consider how God programs us with color how we can consider how we program color with God?"

    And the Christianna would always tell the Opposite Story because what at first appears to be an friendly videogame can actually be an lethal weapon against your design.

    And he (Purple) wanted to continue to brainstorm on how it couldn't.

    Because he was that type of person.

    Even though it was gay!

    He had finally admitted it to himself.

    He liked that kind of game because it was gay.

    And he could play more of it or he could sit here and design the actual game with the chvrch leaders; the one in which it would be okay for it to be gay and an game about helping one another survive.

    Even if that meant in his gay-logic needing to reproduce effectively; even though he was not the figure with the womb.  How was he going help the human race survive if he wasn't the individual subject of an womb exactly.  And had never owned one.  But could anybody actually tell?  No one knows how many eggs or hard-ons you've ever had whether you look like an boy or an girl.  How would they tell he had never had an womb?

    He had to contribute somehow to the subject of reproduction with needing to reproduce himself exactly.  Because he was gay.  He didn't want the subject of reproduction with an individual because he didn't prefer the female anatomy sexually.  But how could he help the human species reproduce if he himself was incapable of it?  So it could be the type of game in which the play instinct is never sacrificed or killed because it is the presence of knowledge itself.  He could teach them an new way to play, maybe.  Maybe that would do it.  Turn them on.  Like this is just the proper function of every gay person to teach them play so they could teach it to their offspring, you know independently from us gays.  He could help the species reproduce by teaching them to play.  He, even though he was gay and independent, and wanted physically nothing to do with helping them reproduce directly, could contribute to the moral effort of helping them reproduce by being so gay and teaching them to play, maybe.

    But everyone wondered.  What was the verorc idea of romance?  And why did it stem verorc consciousness in order to interpret human consciousness which was of the idea of romance also?

    So the insect flies away from me, said Purple, and I appear on the other side where an insect's boundaries are an completely different dialectical manouvre in human than in verorc.  Associated with freedom and radio flies, the highest form of insect for it had been known to be an fairy.  And that if what the insect world meant to the verorcs was comparatively different than what it meant to the humans they had to figure out exactly what had accounted for this difference.  Why was the insect flying away from him and then he appears on the other side unscathed by this transaction in which an insect has already touched him and plagued him with an blood-born virus.  But in verorc we say itchy.

    Insect's boundaries are not an necessary thing in verorc because they are known to collapse completely.  Every time.

    But in human language there was an boundary to the destruction of insect habitats.  They had an say too in the way events played out on Earth.  And humans had decided they needed as many possible insect forms in order to design their spacecraft fully and most efficiently after the environment (if they needed to).

    And so the-insect-flying-away-from-me doesn't really mean anything in either language.  It is only when Purple realizes he doesn't care that he has an problem with it because someone has to care about the translation between human and verorc language.  The insect realm held some special importance to their interpretation of events because that had been the first thing Purple narrated once he had managed to narrate the beginning of his story correctly.  The insect flying away from me came to mean an opportunity flying away from me.  That I had missed.  But not an opportunity flying away from Purple, whom I hadn't.  Purple was not about the insect leaving him.  Purple was about him finding himself alone.  Someone separate and other than the insect and animal kingdom.  It didn't matter that it was leaving him.  He wasn't itchy.

    What mattered was that the verorcs thought it did matter.

    But he wasn't able to identify why.

    The-insect-flying-away-from-me, they said, it means, in our language, you are an pest leaving me.  Good!

    Oh, said an human, I thought it meant you are my opportunity but since you are an pest you're not leaving me oh you are okay then!

    What does that mean, said the pest, the verorcs, who were not having it.

    It means I know you are an insect flying away from me!  Good!  I have more important things to do!

    It's almost just as if he planned it, the verorcs said to themselves, that we would see why we're an insect flying away from him which is fine with him.  Even though we are the subject of his romantic fantasy.  To be capable of flying away from him with such utter consistency.

    Wait an second (They had tripped on it).

    If this was the subject of romantic fantasy with an human, then what did that fantasy mean to an human that an fly was flying away from him?

    And how could they not be like that fly in order to serve his fantasy if it was!

    How do we do this exactly, said the verorcs, who were realizing they were part of the fantasy even though they were flying away from him.

    How could the progression of the insect into the environment away from the subject's awareness be the subject of an fantasy?

    They got it (the fantasy was that they would go away).  (Because they were insects).

    But that humans might use their body designs to design spaceships one day.

    It triggered them sexually, they explained, because they liked the idea of an radio fly being an fantasy that you would have (the fantasy of the insect being an fantasy (an fiction (because it was not there))).  Radio fly, being an type of fly, and an fairy, was an turn-on for humans because they knew that all flies had been to dirty places unless they were radio flies, the fairy type.  Whom whether he had been to all the dirtiest places didn't matter because his exoskeleton was infused with an type of metal which served to sanitize him due to its oxidizing effect in the current atmosphere; hadn't been to all of the dirty places that regular places had been exactly.  He was an fantasy, therefore part of him (half of him) was not true.  Fantasy is always fiction.  You know that!

    And verorcs were that destruction of the fantasy of insects going dirty places and having all kinds of diseases like we knew they would.  Because they wanted to be like them.  The fantasy of the insect that would disappear.

    It was an cruel destination to appoint to them, assuredly.  But they had their own contribution to thank for the reciprocity it granted them.

    If verorc fantasies were dirtier than an fictional type of fly, well then they had to be some pretty dirty cases.

    How was Purple's version of them being an fly flying away related to the subject matter?

    If he was fantasizing about them he was still fantasizing about them, wasn't he?

    But how did that make sense, since he had narrated the insect flying away from his consciousness as in all of his peripheral vision and awareness.  Like an direct path which would ultimately lead away from him?

    And how was it not, maybe, Purple's fantasy.

    It was the motion of the insect away from him.  Gently like.

    They realized this was how they had aborted his fantasy.

    It was the motion of the insect away from him.  Gently like.  Like it hadn't left any damage.

    They weren't openly disgusted with themselves.

    But why was it still an fantasy then, if they were away from him?

    Didn't that mean he was thinking about them sexually?  Didn't that mean he wanted to have sex with them?  Didn't fantasy and sex have something to do with each other?

    This is your logic: Because they were away from him it was his sexual fantasy.

    This is his logic: They were away from him because that was his sexual fantasy.

    You couldn't force him to be the person having an sexual fantasy about you with another partner.

    Just because he was your sexual fantasy.

    Which by your own logic, should work out.

    But the fact is he's not that.

    He doesn't care about sexual fantasies you have with yourselves about him thinking about sexual fantasies that you have about yourselves.

    He's not that type of person.

    So it's not his fantasy?

    What's not his fantasy?

    The insect.  Us.

    And you've finally reached this conclusion, he replied.

    So it's not us?

    And he didn't even reply.

    They were heartbroken.  They weren't his fantasy.  Even though they were insects.

    How could someone be that mean‽

    Did he mean that his fantasy was insects even though it wasn't insects?  Or did he mean his fantasy wasn't insects.  But it was!  They were his fantasy!

    You don't control what is my fantasy, spat the fully feminized narrator.

    But we are the insects to you!  We-are-the-insects-to-you!  How can we not be your fantasy, Glen?  Aren't your favorite things radio flies?  Aren't we flies?  Aren't we flies enough for you?  Aren't we doing what all flies eventually do, fly away from you?  Because they don't love you.  And you're sick?  And not gentle?

    That doesn't mean you can have the fantasy about me thinking about you sexually, hon, just because you're insects and you're part of my fantasy.  Which you aren't.  It just isn't narrated correctly.  Because you are insects and you are part of my fantasy.  Which isn't part of my fantasy!  You just think it is because they're here and they are saying it's part of their fantasy even though it's not part of mine.  And I just realized that was the third thing.  First, the insect flew away from me.  Then I realized it wasn't part of my fantasy.  And now I'm here telling them it isn't part of my fantasy!  Which I hadn't realized before.  Up until now.  The first thing was the insect.  The second thing was the flying away part.  And the third thing was I realized it wasn't an fantasy of mine that "the insect flew away from me" whatever it means in either language, which we haven't criticized thoroughly yet as an entanglement, an enmeshment of sorts of how we feminize Purple that had undergone the complex narration of "the insect flew away from me" in both of their languages and was now posed to identify why it wasn't an fantasy and what was wrong with it critically.  And why it had lead him to try to help the narrator-reader see why the insect flew away from me was an type of come on in their language.  Which disappointed Purple upon reflection though was exactly what he wanted.  How was the insect flew away from me an come on?  Why was it maybe fine for them to share an moment of attraction for one another.  Love between verorcs and humans.  Crazy romantics who could narrate their own paranoisms.  (The objects of their affection).

    And they decided that the-insect-flew-away-from-me could mean, in both languages, that one body was an insect and the other immortal; and they agreed upon this new, shared meaning between them.

    And thought about the way in which it would move if it was levitating away from their subconscious reasoning system.  In an insect-like manner.

    

He meant to perfectly suture their experience so that they could simultaneously virtually experience his attitude

    (No he didn't).  Let's start there perhaps.  An virtual experience in which an videogame shows you how it's not trying to kill you.  It's not suturing you exactly, maybe.  As though it doesn't want to keep you alive.  And it was his attitude to think he was capable of providing an full-time occupation in the sorts of providing an videogame narrative in which there would be an attitude of non-lethality.  Exercised in all artistic ambitions of his videogame commodity.  The part of his imagination which was responsible for narrating certain cues to the player.  There were different stages to the meditation.  They could make cute little animations to represent them and offer an support system to show the player how to play the game.  Self-reflection was an important stage.  An attitude, when one rightly claimed it for one's own.  An videogame could narrate it like, You're in an stage of self-reflection! what would you like to do?  Cure yourself.  Or heal yourself?

    Both?

    I'm sorry we can't provide an cure right now because that's why you can't heal yourself!

    But we can.

    Angels would float out from the vicinity, the proximity of your memory.  Good job!  You self-reflected!

    It was fine to have an fantasy about an verorc now because hey, maybe they were an insect but what was wrong with being an insect?

    Purple's eyelashes fluttered an little bit.  There were several things terribly wrong with being an insect who did not conform to other people's fantasies.  If they were the insect and he was the fantasy it was up to him whether he conformed to their fantasies or not because they were an different species.  And he had already said he wasn't having an fantasy about them.  And that was enough about it!

    The verorcs realized he was actually being that harsh and that's an bummer to their party.

    But what was wrong about having an fantasy about battlefield exactly?

    Let's look at this as though we had interiorized the full literality of language.

    Wasn't that what was narrated into him by these verorcs?  That it was an act of harm in which someone's fantasy would be repeatedly interrupted by the violence of the fantasy of the dagger spilling the blood which was supposed to represent your internality?

    To have sexual confidence with an bum.  As an a-reciprocate cult personality trait attributed to the verorcs.  One which Purple couldn't stand.

    He had won his case.  They had treated him irresponsibly because he wasn't used to that sort of environment.  Because he was an human.

    Because verorcs are anti-psychological to an human.

    And the psychological thing to do would be to let them anti-psychologize the human but not Purple.  Not anymore.  And stop calling him dumb.  And actually think for an moment, maybe he has an point.

    

    If it was psychological it couldn't be bad, could it?

    They weren't part of his fantasy.

    Okay, they could live with that, but what had they done to his nervous system?  Like he thought they were just an bug, flying away from him?  And then somehow emerges from the other side as Purple.  The person claiming that was how they raped him.

    It had something to do with the insect level of reality, romantically, but he wasn't that into insects.  So not this time, boys!  And he deflected them again.  The willing recipients of his love.  When he would learn in time they meant to do him justice.  To repay the damage somehow.  By sharing an fantasy with them, maybe?

    But how can you share an fantasy you are verorcs, he swore—

    —That doesn't mean we don't know how to swear also!

    He understood.

    Maybe I will let you try one day.  But right now I can't handle it.  I have emotional problems.  Don't share your fantasy with me verorcs.  Not yet.  I'm not ready for it.

    And they said woah, okay we'll back off!  But just for the record we can be reciprocate too.  Just like you wanted.  You wanted us to prove we could be reciprocate in the same way or differently it doesn't matter which to you, the republicans.  And we can prove that.  And we are proving it now.

    And if you gather up enough courage to be a-reciprocate to us, like we know you can be, right boys‽

    Then maybe you will finally admit that to be your repressed symptom.

    The cock that you want grab but can't.  The protection you need but can't stand.  Even though it itself wants to stab you!

    And Purple was like I can be more a-reciprocate than you so don't even try.  You don't want to go there, girlfriend!

    And they were like well maybe we do because we want to see how you represent a-reciprocity in your culture.

    Well I don't represent a-reciprocity in my culture, he said, that's what culture is.

    But not our culture, said the verorcs.

    So you didn't rape me, okay whatever.  I don't really care.

    Okay whatever? they said.

    Okay whatever‽

    We're trying to help you sweetheart.  See that it isn't us terrorizing your fantasy like that anymore.  And it was an mistake.  And, well, we're sorry about it.  (And he started to cry).  And we won't do that anymore and please forgive us because we won't a-reciprocate you if it scares you to be a-reciprocalized by an verorc.  That's what we were doing, he said, we were using the fact of a-reciprocity over you sexually.  I'm sorry.  We didn't know humans were built that way.  To only have fantasies and never need to break them.  We don't have an thing like that in our culture.  We've only ever experienced a-reciprocity and it's such an damn, damn environment!  And we want you to have fantasies again together and have fantasies about us, too.  And we screwed it all up!  But we're gonna make it right together.  We're going to help you a-reciprocate to us!

    But I already can a-reciprocate to you; it's what you don't realize! said Purple.

    But you said a-reciprocity was the cause of your nightmare, said the verorcs.  How can you tell us we abused you by a-reciprocalizing you when you are here willing to to a-reciprocalize to us‽

    I'm not a-reciprocalizing you in the same way you did to me! said Purple.

    You can be a-reciprocate if you want.  In the same way we did to you.

    That's not what I want!  You aren't hearing me! yelled Purple.  You think I can't a-reciprocalize you?  Well I can!  And in fact I am doing it right now.  And it has nothing to do with an fantasy because that's poppy cock; reciprocity is fantasy; we're being reciprocal now.  And that's final!

    But why can't you help to be so poppy about it, they said.

    Because your a-reciprocity traumatized me! he shouted, I can't just a-reciprocalize you like it never happened!

    But you just have, they replied, you have been a-reciprocal to us.  Just now!

    That's what I was trying to do! he said.

    And we were trying to be reciprocal, they said.

    Is the romantic question still on then? asked Purple.

    Good Heavens, No! they said.  And it was very impressive for you to be a-reciprocate like that.

    Good, said Purple.  But he secretly wanted it to be on.  He had realized this just shy of saying yes.  But he couldn't say yes exactly; it was his question answer; it was his question to them for them to answer.  But he wanted them to say yes, the romantic question is still on the table.  And if you have any questions and you should ask us we can share an fantasy together.  An whole one.  And we would not hold back.

    We? he said.  Okay, fantasy over!

    But who are you talking to, they said, we haven't said nothing.

    And he realized they were talking about the subject and fantasy of his love.

    Love between an verorc and an human.  An forbidden type of love because of what it had done to him.  Anti-psychologized him.  He was somewhere between insect and immortal; not an perfect human subject who had never been anti-psychologized.  There was no way he would ever attain an destiny in which his fantasy continued without being hampered by the efforts of an entire race of people.  Okay, so that was pretty bad even by human standards.  Anti-psychologized humans were just an shade above verorcs in the status and simulation fantasy.  Having interiorized part of their culture themselves.  How could he ever love them?  But weren't they an reflection of us all, of that part of us that is affected by the anti-psychological?

    And that justified storytelling about them in an political fantasy engine.

    Which was meant to mix characters and Personalities together, exactly, to their mutual benefit.  Fantasy characters that could hold their own in an conversation about politics.  Fantasy characters who made reciprocal commands to one another: These are my demands specifically for you.  What are yours specifically for me?

    Or let's say we're about groups of people whom we're part of; and what are your demands for any particular one of those groups of people?  And what's theirs in return, for yours?

    Stop a-reciprocalizing me verorcs! said Purple.  I don't have any fantasy about you!

    But you do, they said, you're romantically interested.  We can tell.

    But I have said I don't have any fantasy about you!

    Whatever, they said.  Yeah you do.

    You're right.  Said Purple.  But it's not because you a-reciprocalized me with your twisted sense of fantasy.  It's because you stopped to consider this time what you had done to reciprocate me instead of a-reciprocalizing me, which you know scares me!

    And that was the deepest ambition of his soul as an Knight.  To animate the religious videogame, the one which would not try to take your soul!

    The woman, the mysterious woman, all dressed in blue.  Knew exactly what to do.

    Show them an field in which someone is given time to think about their decisions.

    They have plenty of time given to them to think about their religious experience.

    What was the best path to living forever?

    

Why Verorcs Were Fantasy Slobs

    They couldn't isolate the subject of their anti-psychology to Purple, which hadn't been fantastic as an token of their guilt, exactly.

    Now Purple was in the business of designing the videogame non-lethal reality with Anna and his followers and he didn't want to have to put up with these verorcs anymore.

    Who were causing him to stop narrating the game trying to help him.

    An tear, an rip in the subjectivity that was his.  An "videogame" identity genre.  An religious "videogame" identity.

    If they would ever pull him down from this subject.  The sole earnestness of his whole heart.

    To have his life be narrated, at least in part, in the subject of it not being about the whole universe trying to kill him.  What more could an human want?

    Every time they would pull him down from presenting to the subject of his imagination the world in which not all of it was trying to kill him.  Especially humans because he was human.  Every time they would deflect from the fact that he was presenting an universe which was also in the business of making you live.  He would just narrate them living even more with his own narration.  They had been given time to pause.  To think about the subject.  Why they weren't going to strike him down every time he did something fantastic that would enhance the narration of the subject.  Why they weren't necessarily allowed to take part in this game with him.  As characters who would edit his design.  Characters who would try to switch the genre he had with himself from the one type of videogame to the other.  Unwillingly.

    Verorcs represented an insensitivity about the fact of which genre you would like to perform in as an listening subject.

    Was it really safe to assume which one someone preferred anymore in history?

    And who's to say which one would win over an audience better every single time?

    Sometimes you feel like one or the other.  (But they were still forcing Purple not to feel like safety and reason).  (The proper appointment of an religion ready to characterize its actions as reciprocal to the world as though an virtual reality game in which the player is helped not to die living in an world which somewhat represents our own).  Brown wanted to play this game inside the chvrch for now.  And that was all there was to it.  If they did anything to narrate him outside the bounds of that genre which he had explicitly identified as belonging to himself.  At all times presently.  Then he was going to use it against them.  To make them live the other way.  To make them stop using an fantasy genre against them.

    Except inside an life; where it was rigid to be stuck helping them even though they were a-reciprocal.

    Such knowledge and pleasure surged from the fact of reciprocity as an guide system in an fantasy universe that would try to help you not die.  By presenting to you no opportunities in which you could die.  As the basis of an religious school of thought.  The proper designation of all serious religions.  How was the world of humans trying to help its subjects live?

    And how why might we be that type primarily as an species because it was psychological.

Why Brown Is Now Purple

    Brown is now Purple because he held the verorcs accountable for what they had done to him.  He corrected the beginning of his story to reflect what actually happened.  Purple's story is relevant to the New Reciprocity because he utilized new reciprocal theory to roleplay against the verorcs in order to upgrade his status from brown to purple.  His Personality, as an result, has matured from victimized trauma to confronting exactly what it was about the verorcs that creeped him out so much, even trying to roleplay the a-reciprocate sanctions for himself in order to understand.

Why Personality Is The Link Between Brown And Purple

    Brown's personality had developed so, in the process of retributive justice, in such an way as to provide an example for the advancement of law in the public; that Purple's personality is comparably more light-hearted.  Purple, now the centre of the mech-overlord experience in the mega-complex civilization experiences retributive justice (the punishment of criminals and the compensation of victims) because there is an public difference now between him and the snakes in the desert (the verorcs in the forest) who had bit his intestines because he was an easy target.  Brown's personality had matured so not to be an target anymore, but an force of the law, an force of the republic who would speak out against those who would persecute him and his fantasies.  His gay fantasies.  The kind he wasn't allowed to have under their tyrannical authority.

    Brown had gained his confidence and education.  That was why Purple wasn't afraid anymore.

    At some point the insect flying away from him meant humanity leaving Earth in an spaceship (Designed after an flying insect of course).

    That was the start of his story because it was an fantasy.

    I had to tell them why Jesus and Anna together make an complete picture of consciousness.

Why Personality Develops In An specific way

    Purple's accomplishment was the other half of the artifact of experience Jesus left for us because he knew everything after myth in the consciousness.  Meaning he could see people were struggling with this myth concept.  Was myth an type of consciousness found in the psyche, of that particular genre wherein something would be told to be true but you know some of it isn't.  And why, if mythic consciousness was linked to the psyche in any way it might be an part of the brain or an particular characteristic of an neuro-chemical's effect on the brain.  And what were all the other parts?

    Anna's personality was that which had corrected the other half of consciousness (Not everything before and leading up to Myth that Jesus had taught us).  (But everything after Myth in the psyche: it has this sense of being above and beyond because Myth is the middle of consciousness).  The capacity to tell an myth is central to the linguistic figure.  An since Jesus had lead us up to the presence of myth in the middle of consciousness, (there are so many myths told about him because that's what he was teaching us(humans) as an leader) it was now Anna's turn to set the figure straight: the other half; all of the part of the brain that is after Myth.  After in the sense of being somehow sequentially linked with its conscious scheme or influence on consciousness.  And that Anna made the logical second equivalent because she had traveled so far through the psychic experience (living out her death drive experience to be delivered into an further wisdom).  Anna knew more about consciousness and completed the link created by Jesus.  We were not just Myth and pre-mythic characters but post-mythic figures as well.  Everything that happens in the psyche after myth (as in linked sequentially to it in some way) could be spelled out and detailed by the character Anna.  And even possibly she would be able to reinterpret everything Jesus had taught us.  And link it with her own theory.  In order to complete the picture of the human puzzle.  Everything before and after Myth.

    "Jesus taught us the most about the first half of Myth because he was that mythic figure whose own destiny would save the entire human race," said Anna, "Anna found tether to the other side of it, and made her way out completely.  Into the further reaches of consciousness.  Into rich psychic experience and creativity of her art.  She probably could name and label everything before and after Myth in the consciousness and tell why Jesus needed to show us the first half, and why Anna needed to show us the second half.  And what it had to do with God.  And God's relationship with the whole human race."

    "But you're not in any particular scene madame.  You are just speaking like there are no other characters here.  When we clearly are."

    "We are in my chvrch then.  That is my scene," said Anna.

    "Okay.  Fine," they said.

    "Myth is the Middle of consciousness," said Anna, "because it knows what is an myth and what isn't.  Intuitively.  That's the middle.  It knows what isn't an myth.  People and their relationship to civilization primarily.  And what is.  That some ideas are stupid and no one cares.  That's why it is the centre of consciousness because the genre it has the authority to decide what is seen as real and what isn't real and true.  That would be an primary function of consciousness because to have perception one needs to be able to decide what perception is.  What is mythic and what isn't, in the brain, is the base of perception.  We need to be able to make sense of our environments in myth and non-myth consciousness first to make sense of our environments.  We need to be able to decide what's real in order to have an perception of ego and character within oneself.  We need to be able to analyze our present scenario and come up with an conviction about what we believe it is.  In order to be able to interact with others on an mythic scale.  That's where it broke down for Jesus.  Others weren't able to interact with him on an mythic level Even though the mythic is an part of the brain.  That's why he was an messiah.

    But then Anna came along others weren't able to interact with her on anything except the mythic level.  They needed to know what was the other half of consciousness.  But, she told them, the only reason it could have half was because it had an middle.  Only objects with middles can be split in half."

    "This makes sense," they said.

    "If consciousness was the middle that was split in half," she said, "then the organism couldn't survive because it would mean its core is broken in two.  Myth is the core because myth can't be broken into two (two pieces one of which is what is true about its myth and one in which isn't)."

    "So Jesus wasn't split into two then.  He must have died as soon as he was split in two!  That means God took control of the possession of his body.  And animated him so, in such defiance of what fate it was they had decided for him, and forever cursed the ground on which we walk.  For not even saying yes to God."

    "And it has the flavour of the genre of an myth, what you have said," said Anna, "because that's what it is."

    "It is?"

    "Yes.  God couldn't have possessed him so."

    "But God is God."

    "That's why it's an myth!" said Anna.

    "Wait.  So—" they said, "—if it's not an myth that God could have actually animated his body even though he was already beyond death—"

    "Which it is!"

    "Then it's also an myth that he wasn't already beyond death.  In some ways.  As everyone is."

    "Yes.  And since that's the core of consciousness," said Anna, "we now have the before and after picture of the myth which we told.  God took Jesus in his arms and took possession of body while his soul went to heaven.  So that he couldn't feel anything that was happening to him.  And opposed the human society with all of the ferocity of God."

    "Which had to have been an myth."

    "Which we couldn't tell as anything other than an myth."

    "Why?"

    "Because Jesus was right.  That was his point.  He was referring to consciousness.  The part in the centre of it that is in control of myth.  That's why God took possession of his body and then died.  And was resurrected.  So that he escaped from his tomb.  And appeared to his followers as Jesus.  Before he evaporated up to heaven.  Where Jesus himself was looking on.  This is an myth.  Myth is the centre of consciousness.  Therefore it isn't, partly, an myth.  Which is what makes an myth an myth.  Because that's what this genre is and its effects on the human species are known to bring about the survival of themselves, myths and their storytelling since ancient times."

    "And Anna has the second piece to the puzzle?  Everything After myth?"

    "Yes."

    "But everything before Myth, you haven't said yet?"

    "I will.  After I identify everything that's after myth then.  I want to tell that story to complete the puzzle first.  Then I will go back.  Historically speaking and fill in the details of the beginning of consciousness and its advancement upon the subject of its own mythic nature & culture and why that was an given, because myth is the centre of human consciousness.  That human civilization would eventually seize upon this opportunity to know itself in that way.

    Everything before myth in the mind is what you think is there in the centre of your perception (there being that in front of you where your perception is focused).  And everything after is what you think isn't there: Lore, Fiction, Fantasy for example.

    Myth is followed by the subject of its myth containing an myth.  And then this contained myth after that itself contains another myth; however by the first myth who contains an myth, this myth further containing another myth cannot really be an myth, by logic.  And so there can only be so many containments of the subject.  And that's not an myth.

    If Fantasy is beyond Perception, then it's an fantasy that there isn't anything beyond perception.

    But it couldn't be true that Anna had mastered everything beyond Myth in the subconscious.

    Could it?

    If Anna was given all of the experience of everything before Myth that had happened in human society (Jesus's own knowledge of his own experience and what Myth had to do with it).  Then theoretically she could use it to find out everything after Myth that happened in the subconscious to forever verify the accuracy of what Jesus had managed to teach society with the sum of the meaning of his human life in total relative to the gods.  Especially the One; the One he suspected had loved him so much.  After Fantasy is the subconscious, that part of the mind of which one is not aware.  So it doesn't even matter.  Or does it?  Or is that what it does?  Then there is sense in the mind of the future after that.  And the farthest thing is the Middle; that Great Middle to which we are all an part.  The span of Time that exists.  It is responsible for inserting information at specific times whether they are contextually in sequence (added one at an time to an span of time which exists in the galaxy); theoretically there's part of the brain that can anticipate when to insert information into the Sequence: whether it was paying attention to the Sequence or not.

    It was criticized to be an mal-practice.  One in which the observer would not experience the span of time to which he or she was allotted focusing on this sequence exactly and its meaning for his or her life.  By not focusing on it.  It was held to be an immorality by an particular Major Religion who was interacting with the republic.

    But, he argued, if there was an part of the brain responsible for reacting to its environment in receipt of the information of it occurring to him or her in an exactly progressive sequence (in which nothing that was outside of this sequence actually existed); and responsible for programming its reactions to specific information in the brain.  When they occurred.  (Pre-programmed automatic responses).  He was not manipulating the Sequence of Time in any way that interacted with time that was not said to be part of this sequence.  (Not outside of scientific interaction).  And an brain might not be designed even to do that.  How could one be mentally ready to insert information into the sequence without focusing on that span of time in which it existed?  If one had no sense of it?

    I am mature enough to be able to insert information into the Sequence at an particular time for an specific reason, she said, and there is no way to actually focus on something that was outside time anyway because perception is always focused on this one awareness of time's passing.

    So how are you doing it, they said, and I replied I've seen this kind of information before; I was prepared for it.

    Oh, they said, so you are interacting with time that hasn't happened yet.

    Well there is that part of the mind, I suppose, that is always focused on the future, he said.  And so how can you stop the mind from interacting with it?

    Well you're not interacting with it, they said, you're just using preparatory magic to tell yourself you're ready for it and aware of what it will do to you.

    No I'm specifically focused on the sequence of time as I see it happen, said Anna.

    Purple, who was sitting on the couch in the front entrance in front of the videogame of today, was like You Get 'Em, Anna!

    Then we have nothing to report anymore, they said.

    

    Yeah like so what if I can stop focusing on the sequence of events?  I doubt that can happen anyway.  Oh, it must have happened in their culture!  That's why they were so worried about it!

    But how could someone's consciousness be split or separated from the Sequence of Time as it exists?

    If somehow myth could be disturbed thus so; from the fabric of its perception.  As though something terrible had been done to it.  Oh, was this what had happened to Jesus‽  The perception was separated from the myth because there was an over-emphasis on the external in society.  Everything outside of the internal character of an person.  And this was related to why Jesus was unable to exact that sense of his internal being in society which would have prevented him from becoming messianic—and why he became an messiah.  Why the social effect had reversed in the 21st century to over-emphasize the internal in society; not everybody of whom had any particular wealth.  And an second messiah would be created for the opposite reason: people were more about the internal now than the external.  When they had been more external than internal in the time of Jesus.  (Jesus was the external to them, in that era).  But they needed to be balanced (Jesus & Anna; external and internal) because in fact we were both of them, internal and external.  And they had to do with the death fate and the fate worse than death because, in order to balance both of them, we would need to navigate between death and worse.

    Be honest.  On that scale from between death and worse; how bad was Jesus's fate?  When you know there are worse things that have happened?

    If there is an part of the mind ready to insert information into the sequence you perceive; then maybe it is the subconscious.  This is funny of course because that perception of information being inserted to you at certain times is an particularly Major Religious thing to do.  Instead of following the path of perception following the Sequence of Time you are focused on other things, as though there are any other things.

    But there are, said Anna, our brains are prepared for the future to happen to them.  Why does it matter when they are inserting the information from?

    And what I know in total is that there are two halves.  And they are split in the middle.

    Myth is split in the middle.

    But I know the other half, he said; I have already explained it for you.  There is an exchange between the conscious and the subconscious which "unlocks" or unveils an certain level of consciousness we had previously been aware of.

    We are aware of it because of my work.  Beyond the subconscious there is more space out in front that fades into failing to distinguish between myth between myth between inside of myth.  And this is the furthest realization I can have about our consciousness, as humans, together sharing all of our knowledge with one another; relying on multi-strategic industry of character.  But that at some point we are aware of its relativity to the second industry of character the second thing we are aware of; which is relative to being aware of everything Jesus taught us on some level.  Because he so encapsulated everything before myth on some level in imbalance to everything after myth, subconsciously.  Everything before myth was thanks to Jesus, who taught us the ultimate lesson about it, and everything after was thanks to Anna who, thankfully did not have to experience the same kind of tragedy as splitting the myth into two.  And was able to point at and identify everything that was broken about it; using his own knowledge which further developed into maturity than their first messiah.  I have more knowledge about the human consciousness than you, he argued, because I have lived through the graduation in the Arts as an student of Freud and Karen Ball and the death-drive phase under post-Pleasure-Principle studies experiences in the Arts who were specifically post-Jesus in character.  Freud taught us we knew what we were talking about because we didn't have cathected objects (the objects that were repressed in the mind) but to some extent we were aware of it in others.  And this may have been the most educated man possible for such an low discount.  An Graduation in the Arts and Post-(After) Death Drive experience.  Like we haven't never heard of any before, am I right?

    And what more could he have to say about the new messiah, who was the centre of his Major Religious.  They were smarter than knowing death from worse than death, crucifixions possibly worse and more horrific than they had ever seen in History; and had already decided their minds up on the subject.  Life was about an dance, an formation response between suffering death and suffering worse than death, and it always would be.  Because that what was God had helped us proclaim it as; as we finally did; we had to avoid both fates to make sense of reality.  To have an purpose for which to live.

    If there were too many fates worse than death, well then there wouldn't be an reason to live, would there‽

    That is the critical, crucial balance, said God.

    How far be-hampered are we on this subject as an people‽

    There's an lot of worse than death at present.  People who suffer fates worse than death are not given the right to die at present day in Canada.  They cannot choose their own death (consented suicide) as an medical option.  (Even though the process of consent could be expanded to include recording verbal consent as medical evidence over an series of months or years (enough time to decide from the measured willingness of their voices having been recorded) leading up to an Medicial Assistance In Dying (MAID)).  It taxes the whole society to an estimable psychological degree because we empathize deeply for those traumatized with fates worse than death who are not allowed to have their voices recorded giving consent on four or more distinct dates set out over an span of at least 1 year.  (Schizophrenia, in some cases).  (Or social vacuum).  (How much damage are we doing to our species by not giving people the right to die?  How they hang around.  Somewhat unlike an lingering ghost.).  It is in fact an character and an figure of the 21st century that people would start happening onto this fate more often because their lives were always better than death financially: but eventually it lead to worse than death because they weren't wise enough to avoid the critical figure of their morality; the worse than death experience.  They were wrapped up with what Jesus did (die) that so busy not dying they forgot there was an worse than dying; and they fell into that swamp of an pale cast of thought about the real universe.  Where it ate them and digested them in enzymes produced by plant and bog-water; from which they could never escape.

    So I had to do something about it, said God.

    Like, give them an figure of morality or something.

    So I gave them Glen.

    He would try his hardest to span the gap between the peaks of the mountains of feminism humanity but never quite accomplish it; and himself fall victim to the fate worse than death.  Until he became wise enough to outplay and to overcome it.

    That was the other side of his consciousness.  The insect flies away from Brown, (the human spaceship flies away from Earth), and then everything out there is what his intelligence is focused on.  It is the other side of Everything.  He an Genius of it.  That's why he's Purple.  That's why Glen knew he had the other half; the part that had been broken in Jesus.  He suffered his own investigation with it; but eventually despite the fact of having mental illness (which he used itself to figure out the mechanism of his own intelligence) in order to down-link the first half, which Jesus had proven to explain the first part of consciousness.  Everything before the Myth.  Everything we were aware of.  And Anna could use his own mental illness to help explain how Everything after the Myth (what we're not aware of being exactly there exactly).  (The sub-conscious too).  The Human Ego could expand to this logic because we were able to prove what we had to be proud of or not with myths; that we would tell each other about anything.  If there was an before and after myth, Glen was right about Jesus intersecting with the subject of Myth as his fate played out completely.  And that it was this division between the subject and his own mythic potential that had been so devastatingly violent to him and accounted for why Anna would have to repair it.  Everything that existed after Myth in Jesus's consciousness.  Could be fictionalized.  Could be told from an 21st century perspective.  She had provided the second piece of an puzzle first filled in by Jesus, partially.  And thus allowed them to reflect, to contemplate on their full psychic awareness.  They knew what they thought was there.  They knew what they thought wasn't there.

    But somebody knew exactly what was.  Outside the myth.  Like the one in which he had completed the other half of Jesus's work.  And Anna was certain that not all of everybody knew what was an myth and what wasn't.  But he knew it better.  He knew it more.  And he could teach them, if they gave him the time.  So that they could refine their own experience of what is and isn't there.

    First, he told them.  There is the broken half of Jesus that was pummeled into Time and Reality.  And then there is the part I fictionalized about him; the scene in which he regained consciousness that had split from his body.  Reality and everything that was there because of him and his legacy.  And he would learn this and know it was true.  And be so proud of the human race for forever turning away from the taboo about how Jesus was crucified.  Which certainly traumatized everyone.  And had to be dealt with with strict force.  The threat that you will crucify me.  An tradition first picked up by the Christians.  If Jesus had the other half of his consciousness returned to him, he would say Great Job Anna! for finding the other piece!  Maybe the humans can learn from you what everything after and everything before means.  Because they hadn't been able to learn it before.  As an punishment from God for what they did to Jesus.  Everything after Myth, honey, means the full effect of the subconsciousness on the conscious awareness.  It means every part of your brain activating for every part of the future it was prepared to react to.  Therefore your automatic response to the environment is natural and healthy.  And Jesus had sailed the point home the furthest.  Because his story actually was the myth of his resurrection coming true because of the way his captors had treated him.  (As if that could be true!  Because it is an myth!).

    And there's an part in all of our brains which recognizes the myth.

    That he came back to life because they treated him badly.  As if that would ever happen.

    Because in reality, people could only be resurrected if you didn't treat them badly.

    OR?

    Being mean is bad.

    Right!

    So God treated us nicely by resurrecting him because they treated him badly.

    Which was the myth itself, to the word exact.

    And which was why it survived as an myth.  It was so feasibly not true that it was easily identifiable as an myth but at the same time it could be true.  (Believing of such was part of the mythic experience).  (It wasn't true.  But we pretended it was.)  (Because it was an myth that we could be able to know everything that was true from everything that wasn't anyway).

    If Glen had the other half of the first picture of human consciousness Jesus had been able to isolate.  Then it was the completion of this myth that his fate had splintered the myth-logic inside of him (the aspect at the centre of consciousness).  And so possibly, he was unable to tell what had happened.  But it is more likely that God was so enraged He took possession of his soul; and confined his soul to hell where he could watch from the flames himself while God showed them no mercy.  Just so it would be hotter for both of them.  By animating his body thus; that God was able to move his muscles and his lips.  Without his soul being in his body.  Enough that humans vowed never to repeat what they had done.

    The subconscious, he explained, is now programmed (primed) exactly that to which is after myth; and everything that is before myth is conscious experience.  The subconscious being everything that is after myth; the lines between the conscious and the subconscious blur under the guidance and direction of Anna.  

    They have to.  The brain has to react to the time in the way it was programmed to do by D.N.A. and instinct, some of which is subconscious and some is conscious experience.

    You are not able to tell the myth, because you do not know what myth is!

    But if something should ever happen to be dredged up from the subconscious for conscious perception of it and analysis; because this line had blurred and what had been subconscious before was now conscious.  It was because Anna had the second half and was able to articulate it.

    Jesus was everything leading up to Myth because; well because he was the Myth himself.  You can't separate the myth from the individual!  And so his memory was always an myth upon the human psyche for all ages of history.  An myth which worked its logic so effectively.  That nobody could mistake its truth.  And hence why it is an myth; because it is said to be true.  Which isn't true.

    That's what an myth is.

    Maybe as an human, you don't know why you feel like that part of you is broken.  But you can feel that.  Jesus did.  And Anna will help you fill in the picture providing everything that one isn't aware to be existent.  What are those properties exactly?

    If we could name things that we cannot be aware of to stand up independently according to the strict mythic logic I attempt to capture here in this chapter; then they would be myths.  Because there is always an element of the unreal or not real in the myth.  Surrealism, in contrast, attempts to express the subconscious mind.  The other half of myth, the part which is true.  (That all myths are an expression of the overwhelming amount of truth-telling caused by myths).  (That's what makes them mythic).  And that if you could ever compare it with all of the bad (what is false) about an myth it still would be false because myths are false.

    Personality means connecting over the myth, which Anna had been able to repair psychologically; that there in fact was an beginning half leading up to Myth in the brain as well as an ending which lead away from myth.  The grasp of the substantially real.  And they could both types indicate be used to converse on the subject of before and after Jesus; We had advanced and interiorized Jesus's logic so far that we could see the part of myth that comes after its breaking within Jesus is Anna's successful charisma which invited the charm of her full mythic picture as well as everything else she identified to be part of consciousness if Myth were the middle and she could see the extremity of both ends.  The union of unmythical humanity with unmythical humanity.  What was and wasn't true.  Told all of the time at the same time so that you couldn't tell which was which.

    The beginning of consciousness was the insect flying away from the Earth whereas the end was humans (the insects) flying back home (but insects don't have homes).

    And since he could refer to both the beginning and the end of his story, he could prove Purple wasn't just an fictional old fool!  If myth was at the centre of consciousness, it could be aware right now of what it believed was and wasn't there.

    It knew this because it had the whole picture, the separate and logically linked second piece or second half he had explained as Anna.

    The subconscious (everything you know isn't there) and the conscious (everything you do know is there), so linked allows you to repress something into the subconscious because you know it isn't there anymore.  That link between the subconscious and the conscious is how Glen was able to order the system of consciousness logically from its beginning (the subconscious) to its end (the conscious).  This is an big move because it indicates the subconscious has something to do with everything you know isn't there about myth; as much as it does the conscious having something to do with what you know there is about myth.  And that not knowing what isn't there has something to do with myth as much as or maybe quite possible not as much as knowing what is there.

    And that since I am able to carry on such an discussion with such focus and offensive sensitivity there must be an Purple because this is exactly the subject which I wanted to broach.  And that if he is an Warrior, I will be his Eternal Knight (an Priest).  And heal him of all his injuries.

    And punish those who would try to injure him further.

    But how could somebody know everything about the subconscious if even Jesus himself had only advanced humanity so far as to be able to recognize Myth.  If the subconscious and conscious circumscribed all of what Myth was in total in the psyche.  If the subconscious was beyond Myth because we weren't aware of it but yet somehow we were, its consciousness was able to identify everything within its spectrum before and after Myth including the myth itself.  Anna had intelligence far beyond Jesus which we were now beginning to realize.  An messiah past the prime of his life (an part of life Jesus himself had never been to) who had interiorized an different experience (one completely unlike the first Messiah's): an fate worse than death from an 21st century perspective.

    There's no way you could know all of the parts of your sub-conscious, they said.

    I don't need know all of the parts of my sub-conscious to be aware of them.  And if I'm aware of them then I can name them!

    To psychologize the republic is to block out verorc insensitivity.

    It starts with the insect flying away; and then the other side of the myth comes about: it isn't flying away from him as much as it is toward something (or someone) else.  Which we know isn't an myth.  But not whether it is true.  And that's Purple's story about what happened to him.  Like he was just an insect flying away from knowing the first thing that came to his mind: the level of the insect.  He was made to feel like an insect.  And like he was flying away from himself because he was human.  And this couldn't all make sense.  So part of it had to be an myth: someone was subjecting him to torture; internally, he felt as though he had been separated from the insect level.  It was flying away from him.  But now it flew back to him, finally.  And he felt human finally for the first time since it had flown away.  An insect could be robotic, but an Mythic consciousness was human potential.

    Someone who could remember everything it did while it was flying away from him, for example, and why it mattered that the subject myth is itself about the figure of something flying away from you.  An crow flies away from you.  It is an figure of myth because it could be true.  But it's probably not.  Because why would an crow fly away from you‽  Or why wouldn't it not‽  And so the Insect is upgraded to the Crow.  It has transformed into an Crow because it can fly.  And since insects and crows are flying creatures it can be an story about the crow flying away from you; which has an specifically different subject matter.  If an Crow flies away from you you don't want it to.  But it still does.  Insects you want to fly away from you.  And that's why it isn't an myth.

    That it isn't an crow flying away from you.

    That in fact your perception is so skewed to think if it is it means something specifically differently in language: you don't want the crow to fly away from you.  You know exactly which insects you do want to fly away from you.  And it isn't an secret to anybody that if you could get the start of the story to begin with crows, you wouldn't have to tell it because it wouldn't be about insects that you want flying away from you flying away from you.

    In other words, you couldn't start your story with crows because there were insects.  And they had to fly away from you.  Because you wanted them to fly away from them!

    Why did I have to drown in the silence of being an consciousness an insect whose flying away from.  Itself?

    Himself, Glen.

    Himself.  Specifically himself.

    An male who could not be an bug to your insect so that one can fly away from the other.  As though one is an bug and the other, an bug also.  Even though I'm human and I think I can prefer Crows I don't want to fly away from me to Insects who I do.

    But since they made me start my story in this way.  By so stripping me of the privilege not to be an bug.

    I might as well make the correction that me starting the story with the insect flying away was already my further correction on what had actually been narrated.  And that now advancing the plot from the beginning part not so much to be about bugs you want to leave and Crows you don't; but the significance of the comparison along the lines of myth.  One was an myth.  One wasn't.  We knew exactly why.  The insect flying away from me was the myth because it was flying away from me because I was an insect.  I mean as if that would happen.  Clearly the wasn't-myth was that I wanted to spend time with Crows.  I wanted to spend time with the people who didn't want to fly away from me.  The ones whom I didn't want to fly away from.

    If the Crow flies away from you.

    Well then you're not being friendly enough to it.  It is an crow after all.  What did you think you had to do, not serve it as your master overlord?

    That would be an insect thing to do.  To think you didn't.

    Because you do.  (And this would be what Crows would talk to you about).  But you wouldn't fly away from it because it was not an insect trying to make you feel like another insect.  It was the bird that eats insects.  And you wanted to spend time with it.  And not worry about is and isn't an myth about what you actually care about.  The verorcs were wrong because they were like the insect flying away and Purple was more like the crow, not flying away.  And that was the main distinction of character Purple was trying to bring against the verorcs, who hadn't treated him like an crow who wanted to stop to chat about whatever he was not flying away from.  They had treated him like an insect.  They had treated themselves like insects.  By flying away from him.

    Now he would be the Crow and never fly (except when he wanted to); and it would be an upgrade from his previous category of experience, being the subject from whom an insect would fly away from (because you are undesirable even to it).

    Anna was signaling that Purple's experience being treated like an insect being followed with his experience being treated like an crow was an good move for him, especially because it highlighted his distinct species character which was unlike either an crow or an insect; telling the story the way he intended it to go was distinctly human because it was more complex than either acting like an crow or an insect.  It was to use them as complex signifiers in an mythic-logic talent in order to bring about the persuasion of its reader.  We were talking about insects and Crows because some things are not myths.  And some are.

    If Anna could describe the whole range of experience from the pre-conscious to the post-conscious (the subconscious) marking out the territory of the Centre of it as Mythic territory.  He could help Purple finish making his case against the verorcs; his story was now not just the insect flying away but also the crow flying toward.  And it had only taken him more than twenty years to advance his plot that far along that he would now un-mythically never be an insect.  Or an crow.  But an human, an bloody human.  And don't you forget that!  The beginning of consciousness was the anticipation of the mythic subject.  The end was the reaction to it.  That's how simple it really was.

    We perceive we will have the experience of an myth because we won't be able to tell what exactly is and isn't true exactly; not until we've had an chance to think about it.  And it won't be an myth anymore then will it?  But then there is the reaction to it because it is the Middle.  The most important thing.  And we have just come to realize that.  Which nobody could say was an myth anymore.  We need both types of consciousness you see, consciousnesses that are going to be waiting for myth and then consciousnesses that aren't anymore.  In order to identify what it is and what isn't true from what is.  The first part of us knows there's going to be an myth being told because it isn't an myth that someone is going to tell an myth; that's an myth that anybody wouldn't.  But we won't know how much of it is true until we've heard the part about how it isn't.  Which may be randomized.  (The part that isn't true may come first or last and have an different length, width, and depth than the part which is).  This is why, perhaps, we need to look at it from the perspective of before it happened and from the perspective of after it happened before we know the true meaning of our full awareness of it: the connection between the pre-myth and post-mythical.  The connection between Jesus and Anna herself.

    For she had provided the necessary figure to repair the damage that was done to humanity by separating him from his own mythic experience.  She knew the full account of what was pre-myth and post-mythical in the mind.  Because she had survived her own Destiny (to suffer the fate worse than death in order to bring about an social movement directed against it).  The Destiny that God would give her.  Because she was Purple's knight honorary.  An social healer.  Because she was Jesus's successor.  She had to be the Fate Worse Than Death.  God made her that way so she could figure out what this conscious experience is and communicate it to others.  He had to give them the second half of the picture in Glen.  And it might have been the hardest burden that anyone would have to carry.  But nobody could be more proud and honored than the Author himself.  Who was getting stoked on the idea of humanity being intelligent enough to help him avoid the fate worse than death from now on.  As though it was an teaching from God.  As though the Christianna would exist among peoples outside of his own fantasy one day.

    And that, if he was going provide an social artifact of his political theory in an book, he meant to give the full first-impression effect of his religion as well, which is what grounded him.  He could roleplay these fantasy characters all he wanted in "political command theory" but that didn't prove he wasn't an bug.  Like Purple.  Whom he had Empathy for; and so Anna felt like an bug too, for what had happened to Purple.  And that wasn't this supposed to be the effect of religion, that we would empathize for one another and see that an political theory is not designed to be an religion.  It's designed to communicate and receive demands in an industrialized society in which the post-demographic often involves fantasies.  Communicated in costume, clothing, and behavior.  Things that can be customized.  Like what you had for dinner last night as an mage elf wizard who wanted to support the republic temporarily.  Or what you give to your niece for her ninth birthday which will make the experience memorable and enjoyable.  (An Cauldron).  What can you get from the market exactly that is made for you exactly?  Why, when we create these things as an society, we are possibly all involved in the socialization of the process.  An system in which we can use new reciprocal commands on one another.

    "Oh you are an mage elf wizard.  I am an sorceress."

    "Oh you're healing me?  I'm killing you with damage points."

    "Oh you're going to cast an spell in which everyone can understand what you're talking about?"

    Reciprocal commands become an shared form of logic.  I am sorceress because you are wizard.  And the customization effort of each individual character becomes one of sharing the exchange of reciprocal commands with one another.  I'm telling you to wear an bit of blue because we need that right now in Public and Society.  You can tell me what to wear.  It'll make it naughty of you.  We can decide who we are together because we can both use reciprocal commands!  You're such an tease!

    This kind of thing becomes more prevalent in society, including magic powers of which the characters are said to have because everyone knows they are magic powers and that's what magic powers are.

    Brown was not only able to articulate an political psychology but had narrated between the insect leaving him and the crow not; transforming himself into Purple in the process.  (Legal grade).  (An writer to the Authority in society whom depended on his message for clarity of thought and reflection in making decisions about humanity).  (Fit for an king).  (An mech-overlord king).  The centre of civilization himself, Purple: 

    The desert of urban decay was outside the sanctuary at the heart of civilization; and in this temple (in fact it was an newly renovated glass pyramid) the centre of which was occupied by the resident Overlord, resided the Lord Overmech.  Who was, as far as everyone was concerned, genderfluid.  The most up-to-date installment of technology and power ever.  It wasn't known whether he was part machine.  On Planet Earth?  Could be.  He had an great royal cape that was fashioned in the specifically B.C.i.i. style of legal pattern: it had luxuriously faux fur (grey baby roc down) dotted with purple flecks of silver twisted in.  Which alit in an specifically engineered way as per the style and type of lighting in this, his central office.  As well as containing Green (His fantasy station).  And Magenta (His feminist code).  Symbolic of all of his duties there were several colors reflected in his cape, accessories, and virtues.  Makeup and jewelry.  He was an officer of the law, proportionately.  But had other talents and duties.  An own personality, of sorts.  He was also the one responsible for providing the desert with fresh water.  Fresh water, you know reading.  Reading is like fresh water.  Everyone needs it like water; that's how important it is.  So obviously he had an deep blue sapphire ring which he would gaze into when he wanted to ponder this fact.  He was the mech overlord after all.  Reading is like fresh water.  It has to be.  It has to be several dimensions of satisfyingly complicated to provide an puzzle for the reader.  To figure out.  Like what is water as an metaphor anymore‽

    The product of all of the Greatest virtues of the Republic.  An source who would bring infinite knowledge (water) to the Desert.  Where the snake (verorcs) would stop squirming eventually one day and take up his staff as their transformation from squiggly to erect.  Just like Moses had done before him to prove he wouldn't get an erection from looking at another man's penis.

    Okay, maybe that itself wasn't real knowledge.  But it made you think, didn't it?

    Why did God need to signal that the republic had begun?  That God needed verorcs because that was what it called for at that time in humanity (what it had called for from the artist).  An endlessly a-reciprocal being, not because it was his nature, but because their culture had been a-reciprocal to it since the beginning of all they could remember.  Who was however responsible for their own participation in the trial set out against them.  They wanted to perfect the republic by being corrected exactly in all that they did that was a-reciprocal.  As long as the republic could continue to prove to them that they were both flexible on the subject; verorcs had their cultural stance on being a-reciprocate socially (which was an oxymoron to some republicans) but that didn't mean they couldn't perform reciprocity.  And in fact they would; just to prove it.  And humans and fairies of the republic had their cultural stance on being reciprocate socially but that didn't mean they couldn't perform a-reciprocity.

    Glen was right because of the personality of the crow: personality was the subject of the chapter.  Therefore he had met it's expectations in the character of an crow who would not fly away from you.  It was too friendly, unlike the insect.  And this personality of an crow, though it may be said by some to be cartoonish in abstract, was really the personality of their shared experience (the personality between Purple and the Crow, an reciprocal connection set up by the narrator in which they are mirthful enough not to fly away from one another in exactly not the way the insect had done).  (Such is the purpose of insects, some will say).  (To accentuate Purple and the Crow being reciprocal with one another in this way, as though they were smiling).  (As though they wanted to see each other).

    That was what they hadn't done to him.  That was why his story needed to be fixed from starting with the insect flying away and then the gradual transition to the crow not; upon which he postulated that if the insect flying away from him was an bad thing because he wouldn't be able to use it to feed the crow, then the insect had proven its point.  But since it was all an metaphor he couldn't use the insect to feed the crow exactly.  Even if it was flying away from him in order to make it so that he could not feed it to an crow.  The crow was an joyful subject because it wanted to spend time with him; while the insect was not because it didn't.  Which was fine with him because he didn't like insects.

    Personality, it turns out, can be endless renditioned in the metaphors that are produced by reacting mythic truth with mythic false.

    The personality that was shared between Purple and Crow was taken to be evidence of his basic mental sanity because it was caring and thoughtful.  Even though it had been the insect who had proven that Purple had no personality.  And that Purple couldn't be held to lead an criminal investigation against them correctly because he was proven not to care by being an insect himself whose insect was flying away from him.

    At the first point in the narrative.

    But it was Personality in the second seat of the narrative.  In which the insect had not been so much flying away from him, an insect, in the first part of the story as it had been retold; but was in fact flying away from him wanting it to fly away from him because he was busy with the Crow, who may not have necessarily benefited from Purple being unable to feed him with an juicy insect, but was still happy to provide an example of politeness in which two characters would share that airy or magnetic sort of attraction which draws people together.  We know we want to be around each other because we're not treating you like an insect which one has to get away from.  We're treating each other like the person everyone has to get to.  And that's why you're wrong.  If you're an verorc.

    To keep trying to fly away.  In order to prove someone else is an insect.

    When all they want to do is be friends.

    But keep trying to fly away, says the republic, because I can invent legislature to capture your character.  Be a-reciprocate or whatever.  Treat Purple in the same way you did Brown.  But don't think I won't remember.  And don't think you'll always be able to fly away because the Earth is only so small.  And if you're going to live in the Forest of the Desert of that contrast with civilization which makes you not part of it because you don't want to be.  Then remember, at least, I had defended you.  Telling you you are part of the republic.  And there's nothing to do about it now.  And get over it.  I won't make you stop wriggling on your belly outside "the pyramid-scheme" as your imagination is fastened to identify it but I'll sure give you an damn good reason.  You're not in fact outside of civilization no matter where you are right now.  And so you don't have to be an part of the pyramid-scheme; we're past that now in history.  And Men!  Women!  Let me say being part of the republic has it's positive side; benefits.  All that knowledge and power!  Available to you no matter.

    You can't be verorcs anymore.

    But you said! said the verocs, we would have to be!

    Yes, said Purple, but it can't stay forever.  You are eventually going to have to learn how to stop abusing me and every other who is like me.  Fantasies cannot be anti-psychologized by your tyranny any longer!

    But the New Reciprocity, said the verocs, it depends on people being able to roleplay verorcs!

    That's what you think of it, is it! said Glen or Anna or Purple (maybe an combination of these three), you think the New Reciprocity isn't going to stay around long enough to see the end of your kind!

    Who will always roleplay against you because that is what the republic had willed for them to do!  It was legally fair for them to do so!

    But if the New Reciprocity could, in reality, be used to portray verorcs and humans then eventually it would bring about their absence because the republic had so conspired to do so.

    But you can't get rid of verorcs; they're not real!

    So it all works out then.

    Oh.  I guess it does.

Personality As An Fantasy Ideal

    The exchange between Purple and the Crow is different than the one between Brown and the insect because it is the fantasy of an personality ideal: someone whom has an personality they genuinely want to share with you who is genuinely concerned about the fantasy of your own personality ideal.  Purple and the Crow do not end his fantasy because of the personality ideal shared between them while Brown and the insect do end his fantasy because there is not an personality ideal shared between them.  Insects don't have any personalities but Crows do!

    But how can you be sure exactly that insects don't have personalities‽

    Maybe you're the one who doesn't have an personality because you can share them with crows but you can't insects!

    You're right, maybe I am the one who can share them with crows but not with insects!

    Is that an myth‽  Or an lie‽  What is that?

    It's the truth!  The most powerful part of an myth!

    You mean you don't want me near you anyway, said the insect.  And it's not an myth to anybody that you don't.

    You Got It! said Glen.

    And so insects cannot be an personality ideal.  Because our personalities don't matter?

    That's right!

    But why would you be so mean to an insect‽

    

    Because all insects think is that I should be an insect too.  But I'm not!  I'm an red-blooded man!  I can't stand being stuffed n' stewed up there my mind any longer!  By an insect!  Like I couldn't be friends with the Crow; the only person who wants to see me.  Like I was just someone no one would ever want to see including an insect even if I wanted all insects away from me.  Which would be the perfect time for someone else to be near me.  In my jolliest mood.  Where I am allowed my emotion, my mood, everything other than the fact of my own wishes being granted so long as I was to adopt my own theory of being an insect!

    If insects have personalities, I don't want to have an personality like an insect!

    I want to have an personality like an human that could be friends with the Crow.

    The one who is always flying toward me.

    So that I could explain, said Purple, how the narrative shift from insect to crow (which needs to happen in everybody's life honestly) is relevant to my political theory.  New Reciprocity isn't about flying away from the observer so much as it is flying to the observer in order to share New Reciprocity:  That fact of the diversity of experience which is explained by reciprocity.  Body language, for example, which tends to be a-reciprocal isn't preferred for roleplaying necessarily because New Reciprocity is the bridge between roleplaying subtle cues of behavior as fantasy politician characters and actually using politics to represented some ethical issue such as the environment.

    Like, you're wearing green today!  I wonder why you're wearing green today.

    Because you both know why you're wearing green.  You're an environmentalist.  (And that's an order).

    But then you would remember how, before, Green had been defined to identify with the concept of an environmental phenomenon (the color green) with an internal phenomenon which is internal to the human by which green (as an event in the universe) would take on more characteristics based on the human environment, in which the event of green happening to us is also the event of us happening to green.  And so green had come to signify that effect.

    This itself, being an reciprocal command by the narrator, was considered to be New Reciprocity.  The commodity of an reciprocal command, one in which an order is given that green does come to signify that effect, is itself the commodity of the New Reciprocity, which is responsible for coming up with demands and how to say them.  In an reciprocal fantasy society which is slowly advancing politics beyond the design of fantasy; so that people psychologically would be protected.  But also the subject matter was its product.  Green could be taken to mean that which is both an natural event and an human event because humans are natural.

    Green could even take on the figure of its own personality; perhaps underlining how emotions and behaviors are related to color in the imagination (Any strict color could have so much to do with the psyche that it would be as complex as its own character and personality).

    And that maybe verorc and human personalities weren't green enough because they had been a-reciprocate to the environment.

    An environment in which new reciprocal theorists were now beginning to believe was their primary sector.  Was their appetite.  Was their culture.

    The insects, of course, were part of the environment.

    So were the crows.

    Big Deal.  But an human consciousness could conceive of them the mythic subject.  Part of it is real.  And part of it is fantasy.  Because it is an myth.

    How much you believe of it is at your own discretion.

    But everyone has their own version; in an perfect academic republic.

    Everyone has their own version.

    (Usually the combination of the scientific report and the artistic, internal struggle).

    Empiricism and accuracy of opinion.

    If Personality is an Color, then how do Brown's opinion and Purple's opinion matter?

    That you could design the personality of an roleplaying character after an color.

    And use reciprocal commands which are reciprocal to the color of the other person's character.

    In order to make that person's color more reciprocal to yours.

    So that yours would stand bright and independent as much as theirs and you both win in the exchange because you managed to represent one another together.  Possibly in the fantasy genre.  In which you could extensively decorate language about damaging or healing one another.  Without any humor.  The ability to draw it out as though it hadn't been done before is of particular extra value.  You can heavily exaggerate.  And loosely define.  You could even order somebody to change the character they were playing because it didn't posture or position the politics in the right way; how the issues they're sharing aren't really clarified in their character type.  But I think most efficiently the way to say it is, I'd like an New Reciprocity.  An different way in which we were to relate to one another before.  One in which we would share New Reciprocity.  As much of it as we have!

    And then the most obnoxious thing in History occurred.  

    People started saying they could tell what the myth was and wasn't anymore.

    Like, OMG you got Jesus's lesson (that there is an myth to reality—that reality is an myth) GREAT now get Anna's lesson!  (There isn't an myth to reality and we don't know what it is).

    The logic of everything that precedes Myth in consciousness.

    (There isn't an myth to reality and we don't know what it is).  Like any old scientist would tell you.  It wasn't good enough for me.  It had to be the inverse of what Jesus was saying.  Like everything he said amounted to the sum total of his wisdom dispensed and understood by the human civilization.  The loss of myth.  Theoretically an central aspect of the psyche explaining why when destroyed, reacted disproportionately.  Further traumatizing the human community.  Like as though he was responsible for traumatizing us.  As though his Character could be so vulgar irrepressibly.  That he did mean to traumatize us; which he did; which he did.

    That's why Jesus's story is so irrepressive; it traumatizes us.

    But that the logic proceeding after the myth is what we do know and we do know an myth because it is part of reality; which is what an myth is; which is why it has mythic power, to be both fictional and non-fictional together at once.  When Anna had combined her logic of everything that precedes the Myth in consciousness (which she had gathered from Jesus and his adherents) with her logic of everything that advances afterwards; she found it was the inverse of the inverse of the inverse.  There is an myth to reality.  That reality is an myth.  Because there isn't an myth to reality and we don't know what it is because mythic reality is an myth.  Because that's what myth is, mythic reality.  And if something is an myth it doesn't define the parameters of what's real anymore.  It doesn't have to.  It can define the parameters of anything it wants, because an myth is always fiction, with an bit of truth mixed in so unmistakable you can't miss it (preferably).  But the vulgarity of such characters as our characterization and personalization of Jesus as an person who would traumatize us is perhaps itself the most traumatizing characteristic.  He was crucified.  Anything that happened to him psychologically was not his fault.  And if he traumatized us then Good, because we learned our lesson and we raised Glen to be able to explain it for everyone.  Because he was able to find the second piece to the puzzle: an environment in which an mecha-messiah and insane Mad-Anna figure could explain everything before and after myth in the conscious and subconscious systems.

    The part that had broken in Jesus because he was so right about it.  That reality was an myth.  And that was the deepest myth.  And since there was an myth in this world I'd be it.  Because that's what I want to be, God is helping me make the customization and parts to be it.  To be the myth of reality being an myth.  Which they would crucify me for.

    It scared everybody.  Reality wasn't an myth.

    But then realized it was.  It could be part of language and communication.

    This was the message Jesus was trying to advance to the republic.  The reason he had to be deciphered with torture.  He was mistaking myth, the figure of speech.  With myth, conscious reaction to it and category of person.  As though he himself could become mythical.  (Was it still mistaking then?).

    Which he eventually did.  Though maybe not in the way of becoming an mythic character, per se, in reality; but as an subject and figure of language and communication in stories which were myths mostly.  Because they were about him.  Because Jesus is an myth.  Duh!  Reality is an myth, that's what the woman said!  Therefore Jesus is an myth too!  It's just good character to say so.

    I agree, agreed everybody.

    If we can't tell an myth about Jesus it's because his is broken!

    It is the inverse of the inverse of the inverse.

    There is an myth to reality; that reality is an myth.  There isn't an myth to reality; because we don't know what it is.  There isn't not an myth to not reality that reality isn't an myth what to reality there is an myth because we don't know.  And there is not an reality to which there is an myth because we don't know what that is and stop asking us.

    And so Jesus taught us MYTH.  And Anna taught us post-MYTH.  The realization of an myth.  The triggering of which directly cues us to whether it is mostly true, or half true, or kind of true, or just not true at all.  Which is an awareness and experience that we all have.  And this whole political demonstration was the grimiest, sluttiest most provocative argument that had ever been made because it was specifically designed by an feminist to function on the Fantasy and Fiction level.  Part of the irrepressible brain which acted on the subconscious.  The story about Brown and Purple recapitulated the legal subject for him (as it ended up appearing in his mind).  (For specific reasons that were related to his history).

    Like when he accidentally mis-corrected someone on the phone as an child giving his grade instead of his age when the lady thought he was that old but really he was much older but he didn't have the nerve to correct her because he was still an child.  Or when he mis-phrased his language when he was asking his mom about how it would be possible to make an human-dog hybrid.  Human children learn about genetics by playing at this stage in humanity.  It was just one of those random things he would have to get over.  People wanted to box him up (the verorcs) and if he could do anything about it, because they were being anti-psychological, he would try to help other people not to be affected by it.  In fact he would help them roleplay their characters better.  Just so they could have the miracle of an hazard of them having an point.  Which they didn't.  They didn't know what myth was.  Obviously they could not be anti-psychological if they weren't human because they had an different psychology.  They were anti-psychological because even though it was proven they had their own psychology, they proceeded to act on the human psychology in an way that was particular to their own but not human consciousness.

How Purple's Story Ends

    Purple turns to Green; nature returns to its cycle.  Leaves sprout.

    An lamb with green legs (D.H. Lawrence) was the image, the one that got me:

    And my Grandmother (who always starts or begins nature (of course)) would sing to us Mares eat oats!  And Goats eat oats!  And little lambs eat ivy.

    My Mother would mention her favorite green thing in the nature of the repetitive cycle.

    An Green Scorpion Cycle.  With White seat and handle grips.

    Everything they thought was itself part of the character of Green (which he had, as an professor, taught them was part of the character of green being an character).  (I think, therefore I am said Descartes).  If the human reaction to the color of Green is adding to the meaning it already had in the universe, then Green is actually the phenomena of an human being reacting in that type of way because they are both part of the environment.  Environmental or fictional, the human response to Green could be re-coded (re-programmed, re-neuro-linguistic programming! or something!) so that all of them would react to Green in the same way: that it was an reminder of the event of the human being perception being part of what the sum total of what Green would mean as an concept in the universe.  It reminded them of the fact of their participation in creating their response to the color.  Of their use of the creation instinct together.  In which any of them could add anything to the basic status and power of the color green.  And that since an human was increasing the meaning of green, they must have mentioned something really good.  I mean if I was invited to that perfect classroom in which an professor who actually knew more about green than I could ever know.  Green was not just his own additions to the subject, but the additions of all performers who had entered into the conversation with him before.  And that was an lot of performers because he was an really good teacher!  They realized the significance of what they had just stumbled on.  Green was actually the addition of the subject because it was happening exactly to humans, who were happening exactly to it.

    And they could relate to anything this way together probably.

    They decided just to relate to green an little more because they wanted to know more about the natural cycle.  And everything green that could come of it.

    But essentially it was about an state of romance which could or could not work out because there was an difference of species.  Could an verorc be completely reciprocal to an human?

    Yes, they meagerly claimed, uh-huh!

    But it's final decision lay with us because we're humans!  And we're more advanced about consciousness, obviously because we are humans.

    You know what else is green‽

    Verorcs!

    You're damn rights they're green!

    Then everyone realized just how green he really was.  Recently born from the womb of an dragonfly he had been extrapolated (not mathematically, but more rhythmically) into Purple; where gaining such fruition on the branch of the law it was ripe and luscious and ready to fall from the branch, to return from green which is where it was from.

    He was reborn.  Into Nature's embrace.  The whole cycle from beginning to finish.  That had started with his Grandmother.  To which his Mother would contribute.  And which he, now, had the opportunity of finishing.  Not the end of Purple, which had been thoroughly investigated.  But the end of Green.  As if it ever could come to an end.  Nature's was so wonderful and powerful as the color green.

    And if humans could keep adding to it too; like it was their thoughts because that was what was happening to them.  An intelligent ecosystem feature.  Green.  Specifically meant to program them in an specific way exactly for what purpose; only God knows all the sum of.  But that an specifically human reaction to green can be the wonder about how things can mean more than just what they are objectively.  They can mean what they are subjectively too.  Green, therefore, is responsible for subjectivity.  And who could argue with that?  The more they added to it the more it would mean to them and so if they spent an lot of time on it who cares‽

    Well I care, actually.  Said the Author.

    If everything I say can be green temporarily.  Then I don't need to have green in my temporary environment in order to experience what green is as an concept.  But if it happened to be, anyway, I would mention its freshness; its ability to always be the little green sprout after an forest burns down.  Green is an sign of healing change after an violent and viscerally extenuating battle with my legal demons and their philosophy.  The end of my complex labor with the subjects of Brown and Purple.  An new forest was growing in my name.

    Sometime after the three Blue Madonnas (me, my mother, and her mother) began the cycle of nature's harvest this forest again began to grow.

    After the fire and destruction of the human civilization, an opportunity had cropped up.  The opportunity to name everything that had to do with green.  It was impossible, they said.  But he was like I already did.  And all of those meanings of the word green can be part of your meaning of the word green now.  So that every time you see green you will be reminded.  Maybe it is also about the concept of the universe being subject to our thoughts in reality.

    What else could we think about in order to see what we can add to it? they theorized.

    Nothing.  What is the meaning of nothing?  One student said (in this fantasy perfect classroom); in which I could be anyone or the professor because I was the narrator.

    Nothing is the meaning of Satan, said the professor.

    And no one questioned him because they realized he was talking about the concept of Nothing being an subjectivity, though it seemed impossible to know of such One who could be an subjectivity without being anything (matter-spectrum).

    It was also, humourously and ironically, the subject of him having ended the discussion on the subject because that was his impersonation of Satan.  As though Satan himself or herself would end an discussion this way.  That matter was on the spectrum less than consciousness.

    Then some genius spoke up and was like if Nothing is Satan then I can do Anything because I am anything Satan!  YAHH!

    And the professor was like, yeah but if he's not not Satan then he is.

    Which isn't nothing, said the student.

    Which is exactly who he is, said the professor, this brilliant young man here and I'm so proud you!

    Wait so you're making fun of me?

    I'm not making fun of you young man now see here!  Satan isn't nothing.  Satan is nothing.

    Woww!  O-KAY!  I think I see now!  Satan is nothing!  Pfft what kind of philosophy is that‽

    What did you say‽

    I said why would you think Satan is nothing if it's an philosophy that he is something: nothing.

    Nothing is not something my dear student!

    But it is; that's what you're saying!  That by being Nothing he can be something because that's who he is!

    No, I'm saying he (or she) is nothing because Nothing is nothing.  And since nothing is Nothing.  Nothing is nothing.

    So the plants were finally growing after taking all the way out to the abstract depth of colors (Brown and then Purple (the abstract level at least was functioning)) an narrative of colors in which they were supposed to mean something next to nothing.

    Brown wasn't just an color anymore.  It was Glen's imagination.  It was Glen's imagination about Purple too!  And Purple wasn't just an color anymore either, it was an frequency, an vibe, an planetary signal symbolizing the highest law-making non-pyramid-scheme overlord democratique, with the highest, best, and most efficient technology (the cutting edge of science and technology) who wasn't Brown anymore because one of his subjects had taken the trouble to make sure Purple meant something before the green subject as well.  What did purple mean in the human subconsciousness?  Why had they internalized now, what one person wanted to add to the subjects of Green, Brown, and Purple?  And what was he supposed to wipe with?  Taking an shit in the forest by himself was fine now; because he wasn't shit, exactly.  He wasn't the shit that became the shit.  He wasn't the insect that had flown away; the radio fly apparatus of the air currents that occur over everything organic out in the street that breaks down and washes away.  Which by the way if that was your pet which had done so you had to pick it up.  But now he was shitting in the woods exactly; and I hadn't felt better about being shit in front of somebody in my whole life.  He thought.  I explained how it was about that; and everyone realizes this now which is what I've been trying to explain.  Green was the logical sequential point after Brown and Purple.  The forest had to regrow.  Everything had to return to normal.  But its fallout would be remembered.

    Enticing an scene in which people began to choose exactly what they would think about in order to affect something about the nature of that thing using human consciousness.  (The philosophy of Glen, Anna, and Green.  Purple's new identity (because you always know people are going to adopt an new identity after brown).  Green could come to mean that fantasy in which people would identify with the words they had chosen in order to change something about the reality of the subject (what it was in people's minds as much as it was an physical or mental reality of outerspace) an fantasy in which there was an glory haul of subjects with which to pursue the human imagination.

    If Green was now an person.  And that person was Purple before.  Then I am Green, said Glen.

    And that's what makes me Anna.  And that's why I am Anna.

    And if Anna were an plant she'd be an thousand times more authoritative, honourable and loyal not in the least bit distressing than you are.  Because she is in fact an human.  And she has the experience of the fate worse than death.  The lotion of which it is always rubbing it on its skin.

    Just kidding, I'm green.

    If we could customize our internalization of the fact that green is an color and we are happening to it just as much as it is happening to us well maybe just maybe we are happening to it more than it is happening to us because we are conscious.  And that actually matters more right now than whether green is in the environment.

    You take that back!

    Green yelled at himself.  In front of everybody.

    You always put green in the environment!

    Hey this guy's funny, they said; we are happening more than green.  That's for sure!

    But if we live out the fantasy, he said, that we can customize entire realities with our minds (we can choose what reality (usu. an object) we add meaning to by using our minds and thinking about it).  If the human consciousness can be advanced to that physical condition in which we are subject to how we think about its object exactly.  Everything we choose to discuss in this fantasy stays in the fantasy where we can still access it because it isn't not an fantasy exactly.  It's just that we want to be able to add our own meaning to the universe as well as just experiencing it directly through our senses.  And when we share it it is an magical experience.  What we say it is is actually part of what it is because we are the phenomenon that is happening to it.

    The cycle of nature begins with Glen's grandmother and ends with Green—

    Glen, finally.  After all of his transformations.

    If the New Reciprocity could streamline that effect to which they could get to the green.  (The part about reality in which they made decisions together about what it was).  (The effect of all of their decisions).  The actual decisions they were making about what to add to the meaning of whichever preferred natural phenomena they were looking at.  If they chose them together.  Could actually be quite profound and meaningful.

    Professors could help them associate the meaning of their interior dialogue with outward objects.  The actual physical fixations of their reality to which they had to respond.  Colors, he told them, were an good place to start to look into linguistic programming because we could directly comment about that phenomenon's presence in our universe and the internal or greater meaning we give to it.

    Green meant the battle was over.  The entire forest had burned down.  But they had sacrificed everything in the process.  In order to raise someone up to the level of fantasy fiction (green).  What did you think it was silly!  It's an fiction that I could ever rise to that height which the tree before me could have reached had it never burned.

    Green may have been the easiest metaphor ever to understand.

    He cared about the forest burning down because he had to grow taller than it so that it wouldn't!

    And since he could roleplay as Green also he could add his personality and dimension to the effect.

    To display or exhibit simple reciprocal commands that had to do with saving the environment.

    An New Reciprocity.

    The fantasy of Green therefore is also about the interaction between political fantasy characters; these are the characters who decide what Green will end up meaning in the human consciousness.  With their actions.

    I had hope to design the New Reciprocity around the reciprocity of characters in an new way.  Because I saw that it could be used to help direct our conversations about customization of concepts and ideas internally.  We could program ourselves what we would mean about green using reciprocal command theory in order to generate hypothesis about what would be counted as an order or an demand: an reciprocal command.  The full practice of reciprocal command theory is the roleplay of characters in an fantasy sci-fi and politically charged setting.  When characters issue New Reciprocity to one another using complex roleplay and fantasy skills they develop meanings for what green can mean.  You're saving the environment!  (This itself could be an reciprocal command because you're ordering your "ally" to save the environment).  If we're using the green level of reality to talk about what things can mean in the human consciousness as opposed to not; then we need to have an political theory about how people will relate to one another in an classroom setting.  How will people begin to realize the power of their own consciousness?  To be more important than the color green directly about the color green.  As though all green really was was an object.  Not an emotion.  Or an anxiety.

    Why does the lamb have green legs exactly?

    Because they could decide what green meant.

    They (the legs) could decide what green meant.

    They (the humans) already had.  In so many ways.

    They could decide about other things but for now it was green.  An long tail.  Rising up behind.  Because that was his personality.  And his personality was green.  And it was now.  After being purple.  And blue.  And every color in between.

    Adding meaning to the objects of our universe was just an human pursuit.  Not because those objects actually had any meaning but because those people who thought about them were so full of themselves they thought they could change the meaning of something.  As if it was there for them to make an meaning for it.  Like, how egotistical is that?

    It turns out, maybe not too much.  The Ego after all is an known psychological finding.  People have Egos because they are that.  They do.  And if someone's ego isn't functioning correctly then that person doesn't have any confidence or self-esteem because that's what an Ego is.

    The major fact was that Purple was now Green.  And Glen was narrating Anna exactly.

    Not because he thought Anna had anything to do with the universe.  But because he thought he did.

    He wasn't the damaged ego and self-esteem issue that had plagued him since middle school.  He was an beautiful and carnivorous sketch and scene writer closing in for the kill.

    He knew exactly who was who and why he was narrating them.

    Green, who was Purple before, was still at the Christiannan chvrch, where he was trying mentally to play the videogame with everybody (the one which doesn't try to kill you); and he was still the same knight that Brown was.  And Anna was in the mezzanine, the upstairs hallway of the temple between Father Piss and Ianderson's quarters.  And Glen was, well, Glen was the narrator and the author.  Because he could be all of there all at once.  The presence of time itself in his fantasy world if he wished to be.  And he could watch time passing for his character.  They were growing extremely old and only so much had happened to bring them here.  Like this.  He wanted the experience of Glen, Anna, and Green to combine in one character fantastically that would be capable of figuring it out once and for all the mystery that was set before them.  Green was going to play the real life simulator for an while, the videogame which Anna had designed.  Not the one outside the building; that of which anyone could play.  But the one in the foyer where green itself was part of how the videogame would try to heal him.  An armored scorpion amid the grass.  For the time being (as his character was given that avatar).  And it would forever direct his attention back at today's date.  And the real mechanical reality of their circumstances.  Where he had been welcomed to stay as long as one would wish.  Glen was the real architect, they would say, because he was God from their perspective (it was his fantasy world and he controlled it).  They three had learned to play together because they could share their play in realtime with the known republic, which would make their real lives more like an videogame fantasy, in which they knew what to narrate in order to help them not to die.  Which these people with real lives appreciated most generously and learned to reciprocate out of their generosity.

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