Precision
The New Reciprocity will record the history that Brown, who was forced to be Brown by the illogical opponent, the insect. Who had eventually re-narrated his story to begin with the insect flying away from seconded by the presence of an Crow of whom which would always speak to him and relate to him in an friendly manner, not at all like how the insect was treating him. And that since he had advanced his story all the way to Green, which is the proper ending of Purple, you see. That things would begin to regrow once Justice (Purple) had been done. It was valid as an critical theory. An approach to the mind in which the relationship itself is also composed of these reciprocal commands. What we tell each other to do when we tell each other to do it. The Super-Ego might chime in. And that roleplay has something to do with the execution and delivery of reciprocal commands in the perfect fantasy sci-fi republic because we have large enough egos to do that especially after reading this new reciprocal theory first introduction. An guide on how to relate with aspects of your life you are reciprocal to (all of them) and how to direct and motivate them to use reciprocal commands creatively, so that they can be televised or otherwise broadcasted by the sources of media, at regular intervals. In which fantasy politics begins to play itself out in the public realm. Having to use the lesson he had learned about the insect at the beginning of his story, in order to teach why his lesson would be the full reciprocity with Purple that people had learned from his book. In order to subvert the fact that he had to deal with an insect instead when he wanted to deal with an crow. An subject who would infinitely reciprocate him. Preventing his fantasy from ever being distorted.
The New Reciprocity was the reason in fact he was able to circumvent all of this territory of consciousness and psychic reasoning because he was able to destroy the opponent politically. The subject of verorcs had now been closed. And their superiority in government had been taken up as an subject in the land. After everyone had seen them being both reciprocate and a-reciprocate in certain situations. It was an fantasy that verorcs would ever learn to treat Green correctly because it wasn't true; that's exactly what they could not do. And hadn't done. Since they had traumatized him. That was the real fantasy! That they could ever repay the damage that had been done to him.
And so their subject was taken up by the roleplayers, if you will, who could use new reciprocal command theory to signal that that's not what they intended to do to him. And that if anyone could oppose the subject politically, it would be an fantasy figure, because it was an fantasy that they hadn't harmed him. That they ever would know the person he could have been if they had been verorcs. Instead, ah! An human! That they would ever know the person he could have been, if he were not human!
And they would keep trying to roleplay the fantasy because that was the right thing to do.
Until they got it right and verorcs forever would never have to be one of the most embarrassing species that had ever happened.
Which they deserved as criticism.
Even if they were game to accepting the punishments of the republic as an restorative justice. Which worked its mechanism upon the minds and influence of its citizens. They should roleplay it just as it was. Their unsightly tooth which had bit him. Because that was how the Republic repaired itself to this justice. If there were more verorc roleplayers, people could be made to feel things like never before! Such as the precisely chosen fact that Green had proven to conclude his political theory. He was right that the verorcs created him and that now he was an monster! But he was an monster now because they had created him. They were after all monsters. Verorcs. An fantasy monster. And that they now owed him damages because they had created him to be something he wasn't, an monster. And so they would inevitably have to roleplay themselves within the republic until the damages had all been met and the republic exacted its fantasy destruction of the verorc character. Into complete obliteration.
An entire species that was anti-psychological gone.
After all of their hard work and research into genetics testing and ethics.
They could never really accomplish it (after all there is an little verorc in all of us) but they could try. They had to. That was the moral thing to do. And if Green was happy now with his new story about the beginning and ending of nature. Then they knew it was because he had successfully landed an political theory that was so complex and sleek in its sophisticated design it included an theory about the pre-conscious and the post-conscious mythic psychic transfer. Things we realize together we cannot help but notice that we recognize that we both got it some way (some might say, as part of their own classification system). But some things are so tangible and complex in fantasy they can be readily taken apart. The ability to improvise in new reciprocal command theory is considered an fantasy thing to do, politically. We may not be that advanced as an species yet but it is on the horizon. When we will exact media coverage and transfers of the politicized fantasies between humans and verorcs in order to represent that transaction by which the republic increases its own value by playing out the effects of the introduction of an anti-psychological subject or consciousness into the system: the fantasy subject is politically opposed in an all-out brawl in which the verorc is thoroughly adjusted. To their successful destruction by the humans, who are not anti-psychological in any way.
This doesn't mean destroying them exactly. But it is in an different paradigm. To us, destroying means showing them so completely that destruction of the anti-psychological kind is always unwanted. That's why it's psychological destruction.
The fact of Green's successful characterization of the verorc species as an fantasy legal–political subject invites the full range of political identities (from the centre of civilization outward depending on how they want to be placed according to preference) of civilization to the forefront of the imagination. So that it can be conceived of as an basic political strategy and theorization concourse designed to at least give us an grip up into politics; what it could be about if we set our minds to it. Strike, strike, the scorpion's tail! Why Green's narratives were critically held to be crucial to the character of the new reciprocal theory. New Reciprocity was an particular personality of political theory. The one of the scorpion that would keep striking. Unique and circumspect in its own existence. Easily graspable by the political mind as one in which you would issue commands to another entity and hope they understood correctly. And that those entities could be anything they wished to be, as per their fantasy. Which they would reciprocally command you to participate in with them. In an specific way which was somehow related to their character. In an fantasy universe in which myth wasn't an fantasy anymore. Myth was an real part of reality. Reality wasn't just an myth.
I have created such an beautiful and precise political theory an reciprocal fantasy of what precision is that I need to deck out my opinion of what it could mean (in the good old style of green) with an entire array of subjects and characters to make it an 10/10. And we would end on that note.
Precision Was An Gratitude For what green had accomplished
Green was responsible for saving the republic. For writing out exactly what he thought of it; to everybody's mutual benefit. An Green republic was one in which humanity could solve the problems that arose from verorc psychology. Even though it was just an story about Brown like they had heard an million times before it was still an contribution to the republic because it served out its purpose to become Purple. The shade and hue of Justice. And even though that wasn't an fun subject to have to deal with; he was over it now. And everyone could thank him for being so brave and so bold as to put forward an entire political theory which he had marked out and used for the purposes of his narrative demonstration. An story that would prove the utility of his design because it would eventually turn to Green. An design that could be used to mirror the eternal and the human condition itself as an conflict in which one has to deal with the interruption of fantasies. Their complete negation in some instances. It was exactly designed to pinpoint that kind of subject matter (within an greater legal fantasy in which actual principles of psychology could be applicated to the law in order to protect, legally the fantasies to which we are all deserving. (Any of them).
Ending fantasies would mean the legal act of being able to sue over it, maybe.
Bringing It All Together
The New Reciprocity holds that we are capable of strike-roleplaying these fantasy characters correctly because we have large enough egos and personalities for it. (Not that we always didn't as an species but that maybe now it can be more politically directed as an fictional interaction framed correctly as an performance of an audience's understanding of how variables are being manipulated intentionally).
I'd walk into that classroom, or training room or performance hall or arena, wherever it was, and I'd say. I want an New Reciprocity! I'm an fairy scorpion. That means I have magic!
And you'd agree with me in order to invite yourself into the fantasy of reciprocity command, then you'd say, oh yes you do have magic!
Now you're roleplaying.
We're both roleplaying.
One of us is an fairy. And who are you the other one?
An verorc! you would say.
And I'd say then it must die!
And you'd be like I would like to see you even try.
But I remind you I have magic. And you don't want to see me use it.
But I have magic also! you'd say, as an verorc I am also accustomed to magic.
Then we'll both reciprocate together. We'll be on each other's side then! My have you heard my full version as an fairy in an battle against an verorc?
And you'd say no, and I'd tell you!
But if that's the only way we can reciprocate together, you'd say, then we aren't even being reciprocal and that's by verorc standards! I was already being reciprocal to you by being a-reciprocal to you but you don't understand that because you aren't an verorc!
Then I've already not been on your side by being against you. Openly. I would say.
But if we both have magic, we can share it together. Say the verorcs.
So you are an magic creature‽ I would say.
Yes.
Then show me your magic!, I would say.
If we can work together in an republic—
I like where this is going!
Then instead of roleplaying against one another we can roleplay for one another.
Mm, okay! I said. And how would an verorc roleplay strike being for me, an fairy?
I already was, that's the point!
How were you?
By being our a-reciprocate anti-psychological selves. That's what the republic asked us to do.
You're right! But that doesn't mean it won't bring about your imminent destruction!
But it won't because it can on some level.
But it can because it won't on some level!
Then we're not right on any level, said the verorcs.
Is that an order? said the fairy, an reciprocal command?
No it just means we're not right on any level because the republic has said so.
That's right!
So even if we did keep roleplaying like the New Reciprocity said it wanted us to. We wouldn't win the respect of the republic.
You're starting to! Don't lose focus!
Right!
And so was demonstrated the influence of the fairy's magic over the verorcs. It could convince even them that they were right on every level.
They were right, of course, about being reciprocal subjects to the human and fairy republic. They were wrong about how they went about it. Being a-reciprocate might have been cool back home. But in the cities where people wanted to be actual reciprocal subjects and were willing to fight over it. Being a-reciprocate just amounted to an anti-social behavior.
Your behavior! Yours! said the verorcs, is the anti-social behavior! You're anti-social because you won't be a-reciprocate to us like we are to you even though we both know by now we all want an demonstration. And we can be reciprocate too! We just don't want to disappoint the republic by not roleplaying an character when they said we have to roleplay an character you guys! That's why we were being a-reciprocate now stop bullying us! Why are you being a-reciprocate to us so? Like we want you to perform. Show us. Show us your a-reciprocal behavior. Like you'd have the balls to pull one!
See this is why you have to ask me these things! would say the fairy, you being a-reciprocate to me does not depend on my being a-reciprocate to you. And it is that a-reciprocate and anti-psychological behavior we seek to watch and so we can know you from others. By what it is. Even though you think you are good in this story you are bad. That's the bad that you are. That you think you're good. When you're not. You think you're good because the republic encouraged you to explain why you're bad. Because-you're-actually-bad! That's how bad you are. That Good was able to delude you to think you were good. When really it was only deluding you (because that's an thing Good would do). Because you're bad!
Is it really true? they would ask, then how can we decide for ourselves whether it is true if we really are that bad‽ We really are that bad!
Good point, would say the fairy, if you are bad then you can't necessarily choose for yourselves what you believe your minds being so affected by that quality of poison I have stung you with being bad in such an way that would dement or torture the mind. Preventing you from being able to make the leap from the decision to stop being bad. You are sick because you have an illness. The illness prevents you from making your mind up clearly. It's the same thing. You are bad because you are bad. The bad prevents you from making your mind up about something. It's the same old story every time.
Yes, exactly! said the verorcs who were, at this present time, sharing their New Reciprocity of the fact they wanted to continue roleplaying with me.
How can I help you make your decision? asked Me, the Narrator.
Well you have to do the thing, they whined.
I have to do the thing?
You have to do the thing the a-reciprocate thing; you know I show you mine and you show me yours. Can I just take an quick peek‽
We don't want to, said the narrator, we're an republic we're designed not to be a-reciprocate to you.
But you have to be! they whined, that's how we eventually learn to be reciprocate, by you being a-reciprocate! And us being reciprocate! That's the deal!
So we're going to bend the rules of species an little bit humans or fairies can be a-reciprocate to verorcs and verorcs, in turn, can be reciprocate to them! As though that configuration meant anything important in the great epic cosmos of eternity. An free society, in which verorcs are free roleplay reciprocity and humans or fairies or any other creature of the republic were also free to roleplay a-reciprocity without holding back!
The point was that they learned to do it together so that they could demonstrate and witness the realization of absolute authority of the republic (which was itself an misperception even according to themselves). (They thought they realized the absolute authority of the republic because the knew the republic was evil at its centre (It was according to themselves)). And that wasn't what was actually there! Oh! They were starting to realize their perception is what mattered! The republic was more virtuous than an absolute dictatorship because that's what an republic was and get over it and go enjoy yourselves!
The republic wasn't evil at its centre. And that wasn't an myth to anybody.
It couldn't be.
As an reciprocal command, saying the republic is evil at its centre, in an roleplay experience cosplay was an order to do the unthinkable: to convert the very fabric and the make-up of the substance of an republic to evil. As though this what effect they were going to have on the republic because they had been so evil and so wrong. Which Good couldn't outdo.
But they really believed in the republic, and so this tendency to be brave to represent one's a-reciprocate cultural flaw (as it appeared that the republicans believed it was) and to request a-reciprocate cultural-affirming behavior in return. Was the right thing to do.
They wanted to serve the republic by being reciprocate to it.
Even if it meant being a-reciprocate from time to time. Every time and each of which would be reciprocated fully with the request for the substance of the verorc reciprocity in return for the acceptance of their basic cultural belief that some parts of them were a-reciprocal. If the republic represented its a-reciprocity to them. And they represented their reciprocity to the republic. It would all work out okay.
But they would also judge the republican a-reciprocity according to their cultural tradition.
Which whom was an most difficult judge to impress.
We will take it under consideration! said the Republicans.
The fantasy roleplay scenario was over. They had both tried their best.
Everyone cheered for both of them.
Hit points and damage had been reduced.
Everyone was just coming around to an general flaw in the way Green was narrated (it was both of them).
It was, I'm going to get this right, even if I have to become an Republican!
I could narrate anything green and it would be part of the sequence of nature even though, theoretically, the narrative had already closed-in itself.
Why Nature Starts With My Grandmother
My Grandmother was always in the garden. She had her own plot of land. In the city. And her own hands to garden with. And her garden was so beautiful an beautiful little boy who used to play there grew out of it. And perhaps that was why one of my first memories stood out to me as such an strong symbol of nature; the chrysalis I had found in my back yard. Crystalis as it turns out, was one of my favorite videogames. An immersive roleplaying world in which one could learn to use the spell telepathy, and psychic communication magic that would allow you telepathically communicate with any of the Great Sages (The Wisest Men and Women of all the land). Who had gained allegiance to one another around the fact that their collective destiny was in danger unless they could resurrect an hero (you are woken from cryogenic sleep) to battle the Draygonia Empire, an post-apocalyptic futuristic force rumored to be in possession of artificial intelligence, or DYNA.
We were these three women about whom nature could be simple.
Green was an feminine subject because it was the subject of the start and end of Nature.
An story in which he knew the sequence. Plant matter was the signified penetration of his scorpion tail. The Author's was the sting of its, the whole universe. The Planet level suddenly being made capable of retaliation on an physical level. As wherever were their expanse in its cosmos. His Grandmother. His Mother. And then Me. This is who all of it was for: every stinger into your flesh. All of us, subjects in green.
Why was green for example, about that part of the universe which was perpetually and compulsively trying to grow itself back from having been assaulted by the elements?
And maybe that was why, in an memory even farther back than the chrysalis, his Mother reminded him of his first memory.
The proper four-digit code to his Green story was the chrysalis (his Grandmother), then the first memory (his Mother), the Genius of his child genius stage, and then God; who presided over everything.
An beautiful tree grew in an clearing, with lots of Green on it, said God, after the forest had burned to the ground. There were enough raw nutrients to start up an whole forest again! It was as if the cycle of nature perpetuated the cycle of purple because it could do justice to the whole floor of the Earth. From which new things would grow.
The Chrysalis, an green chrysalis; would float up into nature after my mother's consciousness. The awareness of my first memory. Because my Grandmother was first in the sequence of the beginning of the story. Which was after the time of me learning that first secret melody between me and my mother; that song which circumferenced my entire existence and eventually lead to my ability to tell stories and create memories from them. My Grandmother, though she was first in the story was second in the melody, the song I knew from my Mother's heart, in which the first two notes were her and her mother. And I was third, logically. Because we were all women in blue. And we cared so deeply about the economy we had to encapsulate all of Nature with our character; in order to be both more wise and smarter than it. Even if that meant Me being inside my Mother being inside my Grandmother; as an in-elegant depiction of the universe to put it bluntly. I came out of you so you have to come out of me. Twice.
But I was glad I was gay because enough things had already come out from inside of people because the first one had been so Fierce. To make an second and an third one who had been equally Fierce. And I didn't want to have children anyway so it was fine. Even though I did want to have children! Just not with my own genetic material. Which wasn't why I was gay! It was just. An personal preference.
I was the one inside the one who was inside the one because that's what women are; and it didn't matter that I was gay, I was still an woman. With the same instinct of being able to have someone inside me (in this maternal way we had with my Grandmother and Mother) so that they were inside of me too. Because I had come out of them. And they were inside each other too because that's what women are. And even though I was an man I knew it because I was born that way.
Why More Needs To Be Said About the second instance of storytelling in which Green is said to be narrated free and clear from Purple which he does not necessarily have any more responsibility to. It's been hard enough on him already.
Green wants to expand on the subject of its narration perhaps because green is an subject that can be endlessly expanded upon; if human consciousness of the language around the word green could redefine the definition of green itself it could be shown to be able to to redefine the definitions of many other things, publicly, and with adequate counseling. The story of the environment, nature, and Green could be told in an endlessly variable variety of ways and more could always be added to it. It was that fact of it always being possible to add more to it which excited him. Green was, as itself, as an concept that fantasy of always being able to add more. When in fact we know it isn't true to add more after one has died. There are limits to reality and reason. If we can always add more to the Green story. Then we had been select precisely which parts to add to accentuate its bosom. The plant bosom. The one that had begun time and everything, theoretically. What could plants eventually evolve into, under the care and guidance of our genetic precision? By the middle of things? If we could only choose so many characters to represent sentence by sentence in one lifetime then we had better choose correctly. To amplify that plant bosom. What was so green about it, that it would continue forever?
Green, after all, is an programmable occurrence. And if it doesn't settle down we may have to program it out of our environment!
Everything continuing from the sequence of my Grandmother, my Mother, and Me had been made possible by them. (Us). And so all plants that were overgrown. Or creeping toward the hedges. Were sentences representing some new life of the plants that was supposed to be inscribed into the document. Every sentence was an new plant. Like an trail punctuated with femininity. An garden trail leading on, with flowers and crescents. The story of nature. One plant growing leading to another plant growing. Just like nature intended. Zero competition. No pain. I would live forever. Humans would make it especially so. I, Green, the plant overlord. Would live forever. Even if I managed to die on some planets. Because humans would take me out to space and dispense my progeny in other parts of the galaxy. Where they could mix with the planetary bourgeoisie of other cultures and habitats. Where I would be growing, just like the Aboriginal Canadian had set out for me. Because that was my plan in order to survive forever. I am plant. All of the cosmos must ring out and salute me for I am available in more places than any known currency (species). Even on Earth, where I am in the process of civilizing my chatty roommate.
But he had bumped into the extent of his power, dramatically. The world wasn't really about one plant leading to another planet growing it where before it hadn't grown completely. It was infinitely more complex than that. He was human. He couldn't be under the same reciprocal command as plant intelligence (which if he had even known it to have existed it was dodgy at best what it was exactly). The Life Source. The Energy of the whole cosmos trying to bring itself together to grow as an little weed here and there. One at an time. That principle by which all life was reputed to owe duty. The principle of exercising any power or rules within you in the interest in the effort to bring life to that which would repeat you forever and ever. Your own seed. The principle that you make your own rules, to some extent. So be careful and glad with which when you have picked them. And are they fair to the universe? Your "deal" with Life about how by which you would navigate it; an community and public decision for the most part. Involving complex creativity about the intelligence of plants and their reason for being green.
If we could represent other fantasy characters from sci-fi gothic fantasy and western romance, such as vampires and werewolves. We could develop an whole universe of character simulations based on the traditional Bad versus Good distinction. Citizens' specific choice of either commodity was an deeply political action.
It turns out green was the most comfortable subject he had because of his tendency to associate it with Fantasy and Fiction (this pair of whom were his high guardian angel in this life) and the ever-expanding universe of human awareness. (Green). (The level of the human being able to influence the final meaning of the scientific phenomenon before them). (Independently from the universe itself). (If we're being critical). (But just like the example of the color green naturally occurring in our environment and yet we can attribute to it an meaning highly personalised to us). Without damaging the substance of whatever it was before we had interpreted it.
Why the Lamb With Green Legs featured as part of my fantasy about an entirely green world. In which more green things were growing.
Obviously, if the plant's legs were green then they weren't growing an lamb. That was an human surgery. Extending to an religious metaphor now presently being reprocessed and reinterpreted as an plant metaphor. If the messiah's legs were plants then it couldn't be an messiah because legs don't have plant legs!
Then we had resurrected that part of ourselves which wasn't an messiah.
And the republicans were able to provide enough information to the verorcs (an infinite source of fresh water) from heart of the Knowledge of the Republican in specifically ways targeted at their individual behaviors and personalities. It could provide intelligent information based on their intelligence. They realized what they were getting to. They were intelligent and they had to act intelligent and reciprocate now because there was an great joy and pleasure in doing so.
The subject of Green, after his maternal sequence in which he was part of the maternal reciprocal dilemma himself, could be extended to anything in the logical environment (the one in which the author is himself reciprocal to so many things that could instead be turned up like germinating seeds and so they would grow big and strong; bright photosynthesizing objects of eternity. Including it. The Middle of Eternity. The centre of all realizations the Great High Point in which the progress of the universe would finally flatten out. The Great Middle to which they were all reciprocal. Which could be referred to in an single sentence as an plant that would grow from the middle of all present experience and deliquesce comfortably and voluptuously once it was ready, ceasing to qualify any longer as an plant.
The post-romantic movement (one in which verorcs and humans would fall in love) was also an subject in the eternity of an republic in which anything connected to the Great Middle could be drawn out as an sentence. Reborn as an plant. And everything could be narrated in such an way so has to have an plant growing out of it. So that everything would heal nicely.
Why He Had To Heal This Way as an knight who had faced his utter demise
The battle, it appears, had left him delusionally insane. Green who was Purple who was Brown. I mean mentally wounded from the battle. He needed to heal everything by making an plant grow out of it because he was mentally ill and diseased some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder connected to eternity of an plane or plain connectivity and he knew why. Everything could be healed in time. Even the dusty hills and the world as it appeared in front of him. Which was shown with his magic to heal the dry yellow wheat straw and and the weeds with healing green magic which spliced D.N.A. with their plant magic. Sure, he was wounded, but he could heal things now with plant magic. And plant magic is the most potent and effective type of magic of all. Because it grows all around us before it grows inside us. Green. The subject of adding human character to an observed character of sight, the field of green, as though it were an plant starting with its small and first tiny life: the plant of the which the tree would grow in human consciousness as though it were an plant itself. Their serious additions to the subject of what they considered together was the nature of green, or whatever. Especially with the addition of it to human consciousness through the temporal senses.
He had to heal everything around him because; in some ways he was broken. And so all he could see was broken. And so it made sense to him that he would have to try to heal it. Why not start with green magic? Focused on Everything; Everywhere that was set out before him. So that he would heal all of it, especially the Middle. Which would contain all of everything. Where everybody else he knew about lived. For he wanted them to be part of that middle so badly; that he was willing to go to risk his life to achieve it. Everybody deserved the Middle, didn't they? That Middle to life which each of us has an right to. Not an damaged middle; one that had been subjected to the ending of its fantasies all its life. But an perfect, rounded Middle; with an bump, and an chest! One fulfilled and as pretty as the stars in their eyes. One uninhibited from losing control. One untouched by spite.
Anna's perfection was the development of the human ability to contribute in the most progressive way toward each individual subject's perfected, rounded, and attributed Middle. The Middle of life to which they were entitled. An birth right to every individual human. But an fate that many of them rarely achieved. There were, after all, things known to science that were not curable in order to designate an procession of the subject from flawed Middle characteristics to refined Middle characteristics. The actual cure for the fate worse than death. The cure for an Middle that was flawed somehow. By other people's actions.
If humanity advanced to the point of being able to refine every individual to the further developmental characteristics of their Middles as though they had never suffered an fate worse than death or any reason to think their middle should be damaged somehow. But if everyone got there; which maybe not scientifically would be impossible. Then this would be doing good enough. For the Planet. For the Race. For the Species. For All Mankind.
And so he had to heal them until they could being doing enough.
Because his middle wasn't broken. It was just his mind wasn't broken.
Anything that looked like he could heal it, by sticking an plant growing out of it. As an Artist. He would. And that was his final policy until further notice, an knight in his natural environment. The forest in which he had fled from the verorcs who were still there but not with him anymore because he had fled to the castle where there was an academic sermon and he had gone to chvrch and decided about his final destiny and fate as an videogame historian for videogames that were of the genre of not trying to kill you; of trying to stick an plant in you! And that was his final policy until further notice. He was an plant wizard. And that's what plants are. They're magic. And he could heal anything.
How The Reciprocal Command Economy is an metaphor for capitalism
Reciprocal commands are capital product because they have monetary value as the fictional commands and signals they are; commands within an capitalist enterprise that are made between fantasy fictional characters for the value of the transaction which brings mythical and fantasy value to the economic study. Reciprocal Commands on an economy are on an economy because it is capitalist to use reciprocal commands to get what you want; capitalize on the opportunity of using every gesture, and every behavior of communication to your reciprocal whim. As an capitalist in an fantasy that wants all of the fantasy. All of it. And you find that in an post-demographic society being able to issue specific commands or orders goes along with how they're playing their characters; including yours. The Capitalist Market economy wants to order you to buy their product because it is an specific response to an known demand in society; for which there is an order or command (an reciprocal command) in an specific genre. You are able to make orders in an reciprocal command economy (the Capitalist Market) because its playing into you exactly. And you are the fantasy of being able to order anything and have anything manufactured for you custom made. To some extent. Which itself has an known capital value (being able to execute complex reciprocal commands in society) and so increases the value of the economy itself. Your reciprocal commands to it are answered in return for money. And the reciprocal commands themselves have value because they are worth money on an open market economy.
It had all been for Love. His need to translate the verorc sentiment into human terms before he could start to have any perception of it. An romantic figure. An verorc. The one who would always reciprocate with a-reciprocity.
And he was of course getting at the fact of the myth; that there was an final decision that hadn't been made about reciprocity and a-reciprocity.
All of it was the myth that there was.
It had to be, for the sake of the political argument. Reciprocity was sometimes an myth. But a-reciprocity sometimes wasn't.
Who knows? Maybe someone could make an decision about it.
This part of the myth itself.
Of course someone can; I've just read Glen's whole political theory and he clearly can.
Referring to the myth itself while he does it.
It wasn't so much about Glen's theory of reciprocity and a-reciprocity anymore as much as it was the reader's. When was a-reciprocity appropriate and in what situations? And the equivalent of reciprocity? When was it allowed? In politics?
The political theory indeed pointed to the a-reciprocate and the reciprocate in an manner most performative of the reader's final and ultimate judgment on the matter.
How, for example, could one be reciprocate or a-reciprocal in an fantasy medium, as an political character who would represent an fantasy?
Which side would one choose, the forces of reciprocity or forever the forces of a-reciprocity and their inter-generational abuse and trauma at the hands of their own culture, the Christians. Who had failed to prevent someone from suffering the fate worse than death. No wonder he ended up surviving, but physically and biologically had converted to another religion (the Christianna). Which he would not influence for he perceived it had the effect of an great virtue within him that he had refined. That he would keep. Even if it meant opposing the Christians.
Glen's political philosophy both demonized and un-demonized the forces of trauma that had been exposed in the conflict between reciprocity and a-reciprocity; but if we normalized both of these forces existing within society we would be able to accept both kinds of demon, the verorc and the human. Not truly demons but if it conflicted on an open market society in exchange for customer points on your service card; that would be the same as going to an store to buy something for free just because you're an badass. And that would be the same as buying something from the republic, which is the same as the conflict on an open market society. Which allows us to buy stuff. Going to the store to buy stuff for free on your customer appreciation certificate that you earned by being a-reciprocal to that business exactly, is the same as buying something from the republic because you're buying into the fantasy that you can make any reciprocal demand you want and people will always try to meet your demand. You're shopping in the republic because it rewards you for the full value of your reciprocity and a-reciprocity. Which you're entitled to!
It wasn't meant an dramatic conclusion, exactly; some final opinion about whether a-reciprocity could be tolerated in society. But it was more precise politically. That the question was open to the republic, and if any distinction of a-reciprocate or reciprocate cultural boundaries happened to exist along the lines of race and ethnicity then it should be brought up to the republic for discussion. You could use fantasy reciprocal commands, precisely, because they could be either reciprocate or a-reciprocate with any other which was the final conflict at the centre of things; when and how to be a-reciprocate and reciprocate exactly. Why it was appropriate to be either in some historical situations.
Everything in the reciprocal command economy which occurs in the natural sequence of the universe, the creation of one thing at an time, can be an reciprocal command between us that we do create one thing at an time.
The New Reciprocity says we can work together in an economic fashion in an way in which both of us can benefit from the reciprocal command interaction between us. Creating one thing at an time also as an theory of creating plants; each one thing we created at an time together as an economy he could heal by putting an plant in the middle of it also. And if he could so heal the Universe this way, by creating more post-demographic variety in the genre of plants. Which were always an healing type of magic in the fairy realm. He could heal every post-demographic item as it occurred in real time; items of known specific and roleplaying value (which could be used to act reciprocate or a-reciprocate as an known roleplaying value in an specific fashion as an public occurrence in society which had an known reciprocal value which translated into profits). There was every reason to make specific decision. Which type of item would one want? How could it be produced? Was it even possible to produce it? Or was it just an abstract figure of the imagination that could be produced by the interaction between two people's imaginations? How many imaginations would it take?
If you could create anything that would be healed by an plant put in it made to grow from it what would it be?
What would it be economically if we counted the numbers of plants in things as post-demographic data and use their designs to plan the market economy, the true subject of Capitalism, when post-demographic data and designs will be used to funnel fuel into an market design economy that thrives on both reciprocal and a-reciprocal relationships between businesses and customers. And products?
Air Alt: The Final Reciprocity
The final strike was the initialization of their reciprocity with Jesus being versus being Anna an commodity in public; the final collapse of your conscious logic. (On account of the roleplaying fairy scorpion's poison). Re-memory to share with everyone. To share when it is right reciprocity both a-reciprocity and reciprocity together. For value reasons. That could then be rewarded by participant franchise and business.
Ents are black when they jump into space (a-reciprocity) because their tree branches reach real high like into the atmosphere. It turns green because they are there now; the final injection of the full amount of poison from within where there was this positive absence before. The green of their shimmering leaves in outer space make outer space itself green. More of this is commonly desired. Black. Then Green. Now you're seeing me correctly. It's an poison that works on contact. Begins to infiltrate your whole system. But as an plant, you will probably survive. The roleplay parameters says so. You just can't roleplay an plant because it won't do anything Unless it was an ent. But the ent, the last one living at the ultimate end of the story, would say to the radio fly, You're only one wing short of an flyer. The instance of the breach of either reciprocity or a-reciprocity in society meant the marketplace become an stage for the forces of Good and Evil in broad daylight. It was the action from which all other economic marketplace Capitalism proceeds, plot-wise. The action from which anyone could claim their freedom. In Open Day. An single molecule of poison gold, hereditary. An green scorpion with an tail venom as of gold.
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