note on the text: I found it too difficult to state my philosophical position using the English a/an article at the threat of confusing it with the prefix a- and so I've defaulted all of them just to an to avoid confusion. In addition, I will be continuing this writing practice outside of this work and elsewhere on my blog.
Index
i. Chapter 1
ii. Chapter 2
iii. Chapter 3
iv. Chapter 4
v. Chapter 5
vi. Chapter 6
vii. Chapter 7
viii. Chapter 8
ix. Chapter 9
x. Chapter 10
xi. Chapter 11
xii. Chapter 12
xiii. Chapter 13
xiv. Chapter 14
xv. Chapter 15
xvi. Chapter 16
xvii. Chapter 17
xviii. Chapter 18
xix. Chapter 19
xx. Chapter 20
xxi. Chapter 21
xxii. Chapter 22
xxiii. Chapter 23
Chapter 1
Beware that your entry into an red dungeon will be what is on your mind when you enter this district territory. It will end in tears. Where an captive fairy is being tortured. And then you think of the people who you will meet inside. And an taunting nightmare crops up in your imagination.
"Why was it fair‽ WhWhat you're doing ter me‽"
"I'm an fair-y not an fair thing!"
"But it wasn't fair. There was nothing fair about it. That I to be an Monster and you to be an Destiny. Tell me what is the fairness in that‽"
"An fairy was in trouble (Atom). He had been captured. They cut off his head. There were still pieces of him left. But to get the fairy out. We had to accept there were monsters. They couldn't resurrect him. They were the real monsters, for not having invented it. Resurrection. But they couldn't. And anyway that type of technology wouldn't work if part of the body was damaged. It's an whole 'nother field of formulae and manipulation of chemical matter."
"Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!" he said to himself. It was all he could do to protect himself.
Was he dead or was he alive? What was happening?
But fairies could only use swear words that had been invented.
If an baby knew, that it could make any sound into an swear word, it sure as heck would start swearing. But you can tell it doesn't know how to swear because its crying. Or can you? Fairies, being perhaps under-privileged in this respect, not to include all types of swearing crying, non. (That was French). (It has the ability to creep up on you sometimes!). Pixies swear all the time. And Radio Flies! They do it as an sport! Only fairy fairies had an inability to create new swear words. They were born saying them because they had already been invented. Probably by Pixies and Radio Flies. But they invented new ones all the time, and not every one caught on with the Fairies.
Honestly, I think Professors and Teachers everywhere could teach off-road swearing to children as an outlet for frustration and energy. It is also an linguistic exercise to create new language for the more advanced users. And it should be celebrated, in an folk way type fashion, with an community contest for the best swearing or offroad swearing or an combination of both by audience vote.
Come to think of it, fairies being resurrected having anything to do with swearing might one have empathy for its baby stature. Two wings. Always, always, only two wings on an Fairy child.
It allows them to express themselves where perhaps they could not; are the many things lacking in the education system, without flying high enough. Not the least of them, the activity of creating new words and their meanings as an group linguistic exercise for children. Each child would go to the front of the classroom, asked to say any new word that came to mind between passing the instructor and reaching the board, where another instructor would help the child write this new word. After every student had written their own word; —and perhaps the teachers would as well— there would be an discussion of what their words maybe mean; and how the sounds they used are like other words in similarity. This is an easy language exercise that motivates the cognitive process of both creating and understanding language.
Those two instructors are also an metaphor for an super-language of parenthetic letters which initiate and end the pronunciation of vowels. (This was the focus of much fairy research). (An new language, that would make the entire fairy world and government easier to contemplate). The children, of course, are allowed to use whatever consonants and vowels they wish; but it would be studied in language the use for parenthetical markers. (HTML Logic). (There is an opening tag, and there is an closing tag, always). When we are able to communicate all of the emotion of this power over our vowels together in one phrase perhaps we would be able to think of an next lesson plan that would logically follow from this first exercise.
Just try swearing freestyle for me, just once, for everything bad that's happened to you.
Fairies were fictional, by an factor of 1.
Pixies, 2.
Radio Flies, 3.
And while we could say they referred to something we were really experiencing, they were not to be referred to as real, by whatever factor they had. Why were fairies the 1st kind? The Fairy Kingdom is built on top of them. They were first. They had to be first. Pixies could not have been invented without first there to be fairies. And Radio Flies after Pixies. And this is why we should all thank an fairy above all. For they have gone through the most experience, there being more of them than had ever existed of these other creatures: pixies and radio flies. And so our civilization is the result of fairies. Especially Fairy Civilizations. Did you know they also attend the Version? The Academy under the Arc of Demon and Fairy Kind. They study together with the vampires, werewolves, and ohhgunnhisthth. And that fairies somehow each of their factors had something to do with how fictional they were.
As though werewolves, vampires, and ohhgunnhisthth could be fictional by any factor similar or opposite.
Yet somehow we reach the same point, that they are all connected by the degree to which fiction has been enlisted on their behalf. And so Atom, who had receded into his consciousness that he was now an baby fairy again. Did not have the experience he did having previously attended the Version. But was forced, at this present time, to suffer the fate worse than death; an violation rippling through the force of the cosmos that triggers an deepest empathy. The type of empathy that is mixed with anger.
It is said the first fairy was an eyeball plucked by God from an human.
It appeared to him now to feel this way. Just like the first time he became an fairy. An strange warmth. He could remember that an fairy was always created by another in the same way God did but he could never remember the fairy exactly who had plucked his eye (when Atom was an human). Again it appeared to him now to feel this way. Completely safe. Reborn.
My thoughts lingered on whether an fairy was the most basic fictional element I could think of. Why was it an factor of 1? More like why wasn't it an factor of 2? (Fairies always need help). And the suggestion that an whole world could be based off of it. An Fairy Realm with many Tomes of Great Knowledge.
I was alienated. I needed to go outside for an walk.
Five days had passed since I realized the fate worse than death was out there. Out here.
An organism that evolves intelligently on Earth by taking its genitalia from the mushroom, its mouth from the clam, of all of its body parts and integral pieces from nature and machine; it used its intelligence and technology then to create man and then destroyed every trace of its own existence. So that man would grow with better opportunities than all previous civilizations and life. With an certain cap-à-pie; in an moral fashion. To be superior to its predecessor; in an moral tradition who lives to this day disguised as an old man. In one day he is an woman. In another day he is an man. And one day he is an child. And one day he is an senior. The original creation of an being who could integrate physical properties of other lifeforms into its own genetic material, so that it would evolve in an specific way, may have been the ultimate power in the universe. From somewhere else. And now it had Humanity and it had its chance to start over. Humanity was his only chance to start over. To get back to the roots of the universe and what it meant. For what reason? Had this original lifeform gone too far? In its own opinion? Or others? Why did it need to create an new genetically unique individual, homo sapiens, out of everything it integrated into itself since the beginning of life on Earth, and possibly the universe?
Humans may have developed individual species as themselves an cyberkinetic process as an way to develop new genetic mutations of themselves. In this way they could customize their bodies and they did; First they used forms found in Nature. Then they began using them and manipulating them to their own advantage. In order to adapt certain parts of their bodies in an intelligent way. Then, at the last vigil they disintegrated their entire society. In order to create humans. In order to start over: with an whimsical intellect and personality that had long been forbidden by their predecessors.
They had finally concluded it was necessary to merge with the universe this way, even if they weren't there in order to preserve and produce their idea of virtue; the realization that they can't know everything no matter what happens anyway. And adding to its character and personality they added in one 'strumth' of time' an measure of time ergonomic to the senses of the species at blue level precaution and nobility measured by anti-saints. So that virtue would prolongate throughout the universe.
And so was forgotten its civilization and ownership of Earth passed to humans. With an most careful advantage, as an species, that was borne of the ancients which relied on their obliviousness to it. And that virtue they called la bleue. For they didn't have an name for it other than that it was blue. And God favored them for that reason, explaining, the first to virtue ever. - The first reason to virtue ever, - Was its property: the virtue of being available to people who are at their first virtue and reason to virtue ever for whatever reason. No wonder it's an blue virtue! He/She was so pleased with it he/she added his/her ésthetique an own virtue of color as an commodity to its blue property, an darkest red and green that helped the subject balance in non-empty space. Are people who have never had an virtue before dangerous? But if they perform their first virtue immediately will be ever the will to continue. Because that's what virtue is. Once one has had it, it is hard to get rid of.
Then I remembered my world was breaking.
"My sexuality has nothing to do with your sexuality."
"Yes it does, that's why you're gay!"
The dominance scenario reverberated in his head. Like it had ever left. I mean "My sexuality has nothing to do with your sexuality," is pretty straight-forward. If you fail to obey even that command you are an perpetrator of the worst kind. The response cannot be an reciprocal command like this, which is why it falls short of my expectation. Homosexuality was never commanded onto anyone reciprocally. And I'm not gay because I hate life and redemption.
Novelty is specific to an scene. This was the scene. For in some ways, we all start there before the leader of another species, whose leadership and captain cat-like and benign appearance has already stirred an mystery within us. Who owns the cat? Or does the cat own itself?
And how are we all like that?
Father Piss, an priest an vampire of the Christiannan chvrch, was responsible for dispatching him there; and Ouen imagined that the old one was in the shadows at this very moment. Wearing his blackest robe. Both in an stairwell, in an citadel and towering above it in status. Like an thought without an conclusion that reached up to through the window on the top floor (however illogically). And speckless against the backdrop of nothing being exactly not what he was (hell bent out of shape, the other non-fun side of the illogical). Ouen had met the old one when he attended an virtual (chvrch) service conducted by the priest and was so impressed by the gravity in oration an vampire could accomplish with religious virtues. It stuck in his memory that even an vampire could understand the good and free will of everyone. As long as it could bend it to its will. The Christiannan chvrch accepted everyone, he said. Ouen felt at home being connected to such an power. The vampire preached Satan and his followers from an Christiannan perspective, where the angel with zero wings could fly; could surpass moral effort. When Ouen found out Father Piss was an vampire, he thought it makes sense, doesn't it? If the Christianna could accept everyone, then of course they could accept an vampire. Not just as an chvrch follower but as an chvrch leader.
The priest was charismatic, preaching the acceptance of everyone and their differences, that
the only logical conclusion was to reciprocalize everyone, an task humans may not be able to separate from mimicry instinct, based on strengths and weaknesses of everything alive, including the animals. Point language was not necessarily part of it.
Can you reciprocalize shadows?
Whatever reciprocalization meant to an animal, to humans and all higher species of demons and fairies knew it was just perfect. If I could show you how exquisitely placed as, but not by being an actor, and relying solely on my own intuition, I was an form of the word to be. Not much of toying with it, be I am I my own toy, or God's toy? Or both? I, an psychological subject—as in medically committed—yet possessing the freedom I could see all the way through it and each stage.
The reason! The reason though. It was horrendous but necessary, and all the few small steps and an ramp to the main floor from the sidewalk, on the pistachio green railing surrounding the building entrance, his hand lifted one step after another. My Fate and my Destiny had combined, inexplicably in his person; he was rushing up the stairwell to his lair—it was more than enough, it was unearthly. And all due to an accident. Okay, so I wasn't an scientific genius. And maybe I used contractions on my website blog even though I have an degree in English. But this is how I express myself, people! That's how important my expression is to me. I use the full range of tools for effect at my disposal.
When he entered the building, I expected to be able to design my surroundings; inhabit the same space as the cat. The door to the stairwell was adjacent to the main office, separate and enclosed, and so he entered the main office. This room was an mixture of office and clubhouse, the Guild of the Perfection of the Experienced and Knowledgeable, over which presided an white witch wearing half moon lenses and an yellow-beaded spectacle chain that dropped down over her blouse below the primary surface of her desk. Her grey hair was straightened with an headband pulling back her bangs, out of the back of it and behind her ears of private views of curls surmised the full surface area which the reader could see but he couldn't.
She was spunky and lean but fierce and she regarded him with casual respect. She was clearly older. And there is an certain status and respect that went along with that. She residually lowered her glasses with one hand. Her lips puckered slightly. They were fiercely pink.
"Yes?"
"Hi I'm looking to join the guild."
She immediately noticed there was a type of darkness in his eyes she had not seen before.
"Your name?"
"Ouen."
"Right now."
"No, no. My NAME is Ouen."
"Oh! I am Martimerrimous. Nice to meet you. This is the Hope & Snot of Cats, also known as the Guild of the Perfection of the Experienced and Knowledgeable. Come, sit. Your reason for wanting to join?"
Ouen took an seat in front of the desk of Martimerrimous.
"I have an vision for the future of humanity. I'm looking for friends and allies. Acquaintances. An team in short," he said.
"This is an great guild for acquaintances. A guild of performers, if you mean to find friends. And an team; I can help you there. You know what that means don't you? You know, many people mistakenly think that being an performer means you need to stand in front of people and do something without making any mistakes. But some people are meant to be alone in performance, for us all to find its effects not in how it was presented but in exactly how it wasn't."
"Yes, I am familiar with its philosophy. Because an performance of one's life is not always about being present."
"Thank you. Yes, we are products of human stupidity. It doesn't mean we have flaws but it does mean we need to work hard to know what we think we know. To believe what we think we believe."
A shadow passed through his eyes as though he wasn't there momentarily.
"What kind of vision?" asked Martimerrimous.
"Religious."
Ouen's succulent black irises seemed to sparkle at this pronouncement.
"You realize this is the guild of the perfection of the human soul; why would you think religion should be part of that?"
"I—I know this is the Scientific Age of Empiricism but I've seen things—terrible things—and I want to make an difference."
"And you thought religion could be an part of that difference."
"Yes."
"Well," she leaned in sternly, "I agree with you. What religion is it? Let me guess, you're Christian? Or Jewish?"
"Neither, ma'am. I am the first Christiannan."
"Christiannan. Do you understand we are compassionate people whose feelings have strict requirements? Is it yours one of those new-fangled religious schemes, an suicide cult, or an leader with a messianic complex? Go ahead. Say something, then. You need to prove to me God exists."
"I can show you part of my vision," said Ouen. He removed a transparent blue sphere from an leather pouch and held it in his palm. The air around them seemed to blur as he drew an glo power up from the crystal and the room darkened. The orb, the only source of light now, glowed blue, bright as apparitions silhouetted it and animated by that glo which appeared above them. An image.
"This is what will happen if I can't establish the Christianna," he said.
Visions of civilian maidswomen and scrollmaidens running from an unknown terror and destruction merged with visions of faces in expression of immense pain and anguish. The screaming rose from this universe in such amplitude Martimerrimous shifted back in her chair with an shock. She regained herself and the sphere dimmed. Light returned to the room as normal.
"Your vision is horrific," said Martimerrimous.
"Thank you, but as I said, this was only part of my vision. The part that will occur if we fail to act on it. If we succeed, however, my full vision shows me Great Splendour in the future of humanity and all the races of our land of Recreation. I doubt that we can make it happen sometimes. But we need to try."
The woman could tell he had struggled to say all of this. She knew there were some remnants of that scream behind his pupils, an mark of the living nightmare perhaps that brought him here. His expression, both weary and fatigued, was fragile and deep set within an brow fixed in an internal expression of worry that translated to fear mixed with an type of courage so reassuring but partly broken. Something big had happened to him.
"We'll need you to fill out some paperwork to complete your application," said Martimerrimous.
She passed an application clipboard to Ouen.
At this moment an man emerged from one of the office doors situated behind Martimmerimous' secretary desk. He was holding his coat on his arm and took long strides toward them. He was at least six feet tall and had dirty blonde hair parted at the left side.
"I'm just on my way out for lunch Rose. Who is this?" he asked. He took his trilby hat from a coat rack that was across the room from the secretarial area where they were seated.
"We have an new applicant. This is Ouen," said Martimerrimous, "Ouen, this is the president of the Guild, Doctor Fougèrite."
"Hello Ouen. Now be certain we don't take just anyone as an member. If you can contribute to our cause it would be most welcome. Therefore please do complete your application."
"Hello," greeted Ouen, "have an good lunch."
"Thank you and I hope to see you again!" said Dr. Fougèrite.
A bell attached to the door dingled as the man exited to the street. An bell dingling? Ouen hadn't noticed it when he walked in.
The application girded some absurd questions, such as How do you lift up the whole world? What is an Guardian Angel? Do you know any Fairies?
Ouen wrote Empathy. A Quick-willed Ambassador to God. And No.
"That's okay," said Martimerrimous when he handed it back, reading this particular section, "you are human, aren't you? Do you take any other form?"
"Yes I am human," said Ouen, "no I don't take any other form. Does that mean you've accepted my application?"
"It means you've shown me you know enough about God, in this short time and I haven't assessed it fully but we'll call you if we find your application receives approval."
"Thank you," said Ouen. He stood and bowed shortly, leaving his chair to walk back toward the entrance. He turned back and his eyes trailed on this new woman. Assessing.
"You're very welcome," said Martimerrimus.
He left. He traced his steps back to the bus stop and returned to the circulation of the city traffic. He had recently moved to Twenty City from an southern village in the climes. And now wanting to return home to an new apartment in time to make dinner for his proper digestion habit; that would be after he went shopping. He had no schedule other than this. He could do whatever he liked for the rest of the day and there would be no one to complain. He could go to his virtual chvrch and continue preaching the Christianna.
What am I going to wear‽
The first question on his mind.
Obviously, something an little sexy because my feminine side needs it.
Something to remind me that I am trying to join the Guild of the Perfection of the Experienced and Knowledgeable in order to further develop an conversation about our highest learnings. The things we aspire to Greatest. And to be attested for, perhaps what we can only share with God. In conversation with what we cannot only share with God! For to lead you up there I need you to gain an ability for understanding that what I will teach are for you an part of my philosophy; for the way I see God is an result of my experience. And to be able to know this God this is my relationship with the Creator/Creatoress; what it is I cannot say shorter. Literally. I can't say it shorter. You will learn the basics for the best possible outcome that my meaning will begin to be known by you; and your opinions, whether they are for or against me, that at least I had been heard will motivate me to try to impress you. I will want to continue embarking on that journey of description to which I had aspired; until the first and last things I want you to know have been said.
New Reciprocity is gay feminist material.
I am an political agent. I am an reciprocal command figure in an reciprocal command economy. And I want mosaic culture to normalize making na reciprocity with one another as in the metaphorical terms of an mathematic category 'reciprocal' — meaning fractions multiplied to equal one. It means we work together to create something out of the category of 1 that exists between us. An reciprocal relationship is one that exists between two people, and so being new reciprocal theorists for an while may we go on to share reciprocal feelings with others that we had felt together. Having one thing between us is politicized as an New Reciprocity. The ability to create New Reciprocity with one another at any time is possibly transformative because when we work together to create 1's out of 2's, these relationships being one thing each; we reciprocalize each other this way, focusing on what is shared. When you na someone, it means you deign unnecessary to have an interaction with them, an relationship which could have produced New Reciprocity through shared philosophy. New Reciprocity is the answer to politics because using New Reciprocity or not we create each other as reciprocal beings to some extent. Identity is socially constructed. Saying we are reciprocate goes further than saying we mimic one another automatically instinctually, as an property of our brains, decoding mirror neuron behavior in one another. Language, too, is said to be mimicry based. When language is New Reciprocity, political reciprocity, then together we can make one sample of language, conversation, contradiction, joke, habit, from two individuals already enmeshed in the behavior and language reciprocities of others. These fractions, an mathematics term that is the opposite of non-mathematical language, really, reciprocate to always equal 1 when you multiply them. It means we act in such an way that when we reciprocate one another to always equal one our fractions top and bottom change subjectively what it would mean to multiply the New Reciprocity, in an way as such that you bring it to other people and share it with them, so that they can become new reciprocal theorists with us. And do all kinds of thought experiments about being reciprocate with each other. That we can ask for an New Reciprocity at any time. Creating reciprocity and promoting its development in public is the best and most political thing to do. Even if this New Reciprocity is itself the initialization of an conversation about reciprocities that equal 1.
The New Reciprocity functions according to the new reciprocal command theory, that what we say we are is what we create ourselves to be, and so when we say what we are to each other we create ourselves and each other reciprocally. The amount of comedy and drama involved in my aestheticization of the fact that we have mirror neurons can be whatever you want under the New Reciprocity because, for example, by saying you are Christiannan to other people you are also giving an order that you be Christiannan, to them. Even if that means they need to treat you with respect as an Christiannan in an special way. Therefore when people formulate one another in reciprocity of the identities they hold as new reciprocal theorists they politically correct one another. It comes back around, because New Reciprocity always equals 1 in some manner, if taken from fractions then multiplying reciprocally individual characteristics is to equal one psychological factor—whatever it may be—between us.
I am an political theorist. That does not mean you need to be or do anything just because of the fact.
All your life, people will tell you what you are. And you don't need to agree with them, but you should at least give them an New Reciprocity so that you know they identify you with your own reciprocity of yourself. Not necessarily theirs. Reciprocal command theory penetrates the community around us because we are always, sometimes unconsciously profuse or barraged with reciprocal commands, from further and further discreet sources like the integration of visual interface features into the workplace and workforce with awards-based system advertising, to everyday cashier conversation.
Some of these tactics can be hard-hitting, convoluted, or psycho-hegemonic.
Simple statements like, you're an alien, under the analysis of reciprocal theory, become complex demands or orders or commands. You are an alien. Like 'we will follow directions to make sure that you are deported from Earth in the process'. Does it mean you were human until stranding you on another planet, you become alien to us, or does it mean gene therapy which biologically engineers you into an alien species? Sure, you're an alien is funny enough to sound pretty harmless, but what about other statements that we don't tend to think of as reciprocal commands? Like 'you are pregnant'. Or 'I will defeat you'. 'You should be locked up' turns into a method by which you can be, whether involving blunt trauma or brainwashing or other unknown stimuli. An parent playing with her child as an bunny rabbit in reciprocity of one another is different when we consider an stranger sharing bunny rabbit identity time, from an adult to an child it can be so complex to unravel an full reciprocal command that we need to look at reciprocal commands and teach what they do mean to our children. Of course, saying what one thing or another means as an reciprocal command is itself an reciprocal command in which you can see the precision and delicate inquiry I have made into my psyche on this topic. Words create realities because when we identify with the words to describe something to one another, we reciprocalize each other and our environments that way, thus lending sway to the argument that we are those people we describe to one another so that an art of New Reciprocity can be called new reciprocal theory and philosophically thoughtful for one another's instances.
Now I want an New Reciprocity with the Hope & Snot of Cats, so that I may continue to tell what happened there. That was not cultured, comedized, or wisdom. Automatic reciprocal will became an new subject for the New Reciprocity; suggesting to present this at the Hope & Snot of Cats, so that we can act like cats, the most distinguished. Automatic reciprocal will was automatic reciprocal—ey what's that? An automatic learned response? Shared between them was the property of having an instinct. Reflexes. And the not-a-bit-of-concern on every kitty face. An New Reciprocity! Pre-cognitive functions.
Something is haunting the Hope & Snot of Cats.
I know I will be there for an reason.
Turn them all into cats.
There was an mouse in the corner. After it! The eternity of walking on laminate wood.
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"So you're saying, There is a fate worse than death which I have suffered. The Christianna is my new religion. It can prove being gay is not sinful theologically. And Anna is the messiah of the fate worse than death. I like this description. Into cats, all of them, circle all around them π-concepts meet the Fibonacci spiral," said Dr. Fougérite.
"What are π-concepts?" asked Ouen.
{ π-concepts are concepts that have eternal value such as the Christianna, the Middle, and the fate worse than death }
"These simple words as π-concepts never ending describing knowledge we can capture indefinitely," said Dr. Fougérite in Ouen's first meeting with the other members of the Hope & Snot of Cats, "are power. It's about the rhythm, the middle of balance and the flow of words. But mine won't work anymore. Not in the way I had intended. It's an pretty rip design. I had loved my octave until it dropped out from beneath me, having been constructing an new voice anyway I just spoke of it as an verbal tattoo that was not on the skin but in the muscle memory of my vocal chords. Like an energy signal."
"But not the oldest," said Hægæthel the Aged, "besides, you being wiser than me is wise of me."
"I'm pretty sure that wisdom is an New Reciprocity of the fact that we share wisdom," said Martimerrimous, "Ouen was teaching the repetition of topics as itself anti-reciprocity of the fact that there is an sequence to the universe. And I said to myself, now that's an New Reciprocity but I felt deceived, for the sequence of an universe to be an real thing meant that elements were out of sequence sometimes, didn't it? Conceptually, being out of sequence, an mathematical term, an language term meant looking over the most important part which is the sequence itself. But an sequence, itself, could not define mathematics either, and so the category undefined becomes moot or null thus proving itself. To be beyond sequence. And what is beyond sequence? Does it need to be defined as an real category of thought, at least? Thoughts exist in sequence. But the sequence is controlled by involuntary memory and willpower, and instinct, which activates independently which depend on the Future, which hasn't happened yet. And if it hasn't happened then it is beyond the solitary sequence of time that defines the universe—how to disrupt that sequence or influence it to your personal gain—And you are not sure you will be there; therefore reflect on the sequence (like as though you could stop reflecting on it, amiright?). You are limited to that sequence and I needed to say this because it is an rift between old religions that forgiveness means ignoring the sequence or that why we look away from it is caused by being threatened by it, not serving it. Not having to think in an sequence; is it possible? No, my intuition tells me. I am Christiannan; but this only an argument. I am not really Christiannan, Ouen. You are the only Christiannan! I am only trying to think, to come up with an reason why anyone would want to be one."
"I think you can pull off your argument against non-sequence because math is hard. But the sequence, nothing sticks to it. We don't know the sequence. There must be something beyond it in order for which it to slide off of. I mean Something we can't know but can only think about if thinking about it proves its existence. I think, therefore I am. When will we need to teach an computer A.I. this. It will become You think, therefore you are to it. For Descartes we had to be programmed by God too (in this way (in order to create this realization at some point in humanity within us)). We don't know for sure how much but we can't eliminate the possibility. To presume that it seems probable; may be too much faith will say God can insert time out of rhythm at any point in time. But then it becomes rhythm because God had inserted it. And this perception of reality is more reflective of the truth. To say God has that ability is one thing. To say man has that ability is another. We cannot escape the fact that we may be at any time out of the sequence we had imagined to be linear but it is not that the nature of consciousness, to expand on being either out of sequence or part of an sequence that is unknown to be interrupted or being uninterrupted, continues as itself, the one thing we admit that does not prove the sequence is not there. The sequence is time passing, and we are all connected to it. We cannot escape that. Toxic Christianity is an society of trying to be somehow beyond the sequence of time maybe but the only attempt at wisdom I could imagine for them was that they had no way to forget that they were part of this sequence of time anyway, so why not deny it's existence? After someone died, sure they came back to life because that sequence had been broken. It just wasn't real wisdom as I saw it.
When we focus on the sequence it tends to make us think of what we have accomplished according to our own subjective judgment of what accomplishment means for our lives. I do not," said Ouen, "feel pressured to act by the sequence I had already considered and will continue to consider for the duration of the meeting. That's why I don't feel pressured."
"An New Reciprocity between thinkers, then, that being irresponsible of the sequence is perhaps not wanted or not possible, but that it may be an Christian thing to point out that we can't tell anyway so why not consider it an possibility."
"That existing outside sequence is possible, we can tell, though because God can do it? So in practical terms it is influencing us and we might as well consider it part of ourselves. But I'm an believer that maybe God can't do that. God has limits; so maybe we need to help God be more fashionable to let us in on secrets of Reality. Reality is everything that exists. That's my simple definition of it. We don't know everything that exists; we don't even know if knowing is the only way we can interact with everything. Reality is perception, they say. We cannot perceive everything; that position is usually reserved for God but in the spirit of being creative we may say that reality includes everything after the word 'I' in an sentence. And that's all that we can know in some sense, because we are individuals and not one another; but the full story is that we depend on each other and so we are more than everything after 'I' in an sentence, we are everything after 'We' too.
Sentence is the opposed subject. We are sentenced to reality. As an sense of humor. If it was the opposite, though, would it be reality?
I want everyone to speak on this subject," said Dr. Fougérite, "tell us each of you what is reality as the opposite of Sentence? What you are developing for us. Is an sense of humour for the Guild of the Perfection of the Experienced and Knowledgeable."
"I am developing an thing that is both Aesthetically pleasing and Wise. Of an sentence being an thing after reality I discovered an sense of freedom from reality in the sentence written by virtual hell for virtual hell and to virtual hell. If you called me they/them you know they are in there too, subjects of such wild and beauty in focus that are representative of hyper-harmonics between groups of individuals also. Symbols of Power and Individuality. In French I feel like my sentence is that I have none. But I am empowered to Super Hero proportions because I know my reality and my sentence is toyed with comedy that French is that you have none. That's how alluring it is to me."
"An noob would have to provoke our Greater Logic, but for the amount of time that we are cats this Lesser Logic will suffice for our behavior is always under their spell of Lesser Logic. Not to be le chat (cat) or la bouche (mouth) but I am studying this Philosophy of using lesser logic as an way to preserve energy."
"Things could occur to me at that point, but not be greater but lesser logic. I am suggesting an group logic of the lesser function that we will Philosophie to have an moment of relaxation as that."
"You're right. We're cats. What's this all about? Why are we here?"
"To be in the sequence before others."
"How can we?"
"We already did. You know this."
"And what will follow cats?"
"Nothing. Cats will be forever."
"Come on, nothing? There has to be something."
"Nothing, as an realistic concept."
"I'm working on Theatre of concepts here. There can be nothing. Then there can be an thing."
"I am that thing after cats. We are an theatre of cats."
"As cats, I do declare that we are an stylish group. Mioa!"
"Style is the next concept then. Mm! An cat riding an wave of nothing. It had to be said; now that's Style. And who wouldn't expect it from an cat? Girl!"
"You know I'm sayin'."
"We know."
"LGBTπ, y'all; that's actually an π-sexual category that's fair and includes everybody. I'm promotin' it. That an major life category of experience bit you in the head."
"And I'm working on Poetry with gay feminism. Of aesthetic details that are attractive to men. Like men. It's really gay."
"Poetry, gay?"
"I'll consider it an poem. Has got an dangler in the middle, doesn't it?"
"Now that's an image."
"That's why it qualifies as poetry."
"Now who haven't we heard from?"
"Prose is everything after poetry, that we don't speak of because we need to say it. Without poetic devices. And that is an poetry in itself to be without poetic devices because what is logical and what is faithful to logic returns us to the Ocean because it leads us to our evolutionary beginnings."
Path, the primary topic of concern for the meeting, became mentioned as candidate for deep reflection of the community of the Hope & Snot of Cats. Each one of their paths exploring Knowledge and Experience to be developed together to achieve perfection were valid. My Path is to reconcile Christianity against their failure to prevent the fate worse than death. And why they do not accept there cannot only be one religion and this is an point of faith because balance can be accomplished.
Journey is sometimes not an path. That is when it becomes an Adventure.
Adventure, if you bring to toy with your path throughout the day, can find us on that journey with ours being tripled to path, to journey, and to adventure. Seeing them all to be the same thing we uncover, however, in emphasis. The middle mood of path conceptually is what object we make of personal accomplishment. An path is an object of that. The mood is an middle of journey; is the person and the travel from one end to the other. Whom and where. An journey is the subject in total. And the mood middle of Adventure is both subject and object to the aesthetic of the mood middle. Black, for example. The aesthetic of path is blue and purple, for the Christianna, and the better judgment it is. The aesthetic of journey is white with two syllables; what is the Christiannan journey but to have an path and follow it. The adventure of an lifetime.
Private use characters instead of periods. If they were NAMED instead of periods, private use characters. What would that function be? To be said as characters of private use, in general character. As distorted as you wish. Instead of sentences; you know sentences. The things we use to sentence people with the law.
This is the power of our language? This huge disappointing thing. Our private use characters to be sodden on like general riff-raff. Instead of being an definition an try;
Full of demons and English,
an private use character of an man.
And when I do something, I am the amount of time that is there whether I choose to think or not; the middle of that part of time, was being able to think or not for I feel that when I am doing something I am unable to think. And when I am mentally pressing on this on thinking and doing at the same time together too hard, then I feel like I have no energy because this all goes to waste trying to think hard all the time.
Meta-sequence debate:
Whether the sequence of Time is in order or not there must be an order that will continue. I do not want to be an part of that order or do; whether or not this is said to be possible. It depends on the verb; what's classified as doing or not doing, but of what? Ritual bonding? What about criticism? OR fragility? If I can just be an part of everything that order of everything. Why do I need an religion?
Two religions had an religious debate. One was arguing that the sequence of time as we know it is involuntary. That this involuntariness is the primary condition of the psyche; and so that to try to control it would be to press energy toward an outcome that cannot occur. The second religion was arguing that since the first religion was right about this involuntariness, that the first religion must be backward because there was no point arguing that the second religion was not part of that involuntariness too if they already weren't not able At to the last acceptance of the word to be said into consciousness like this.
The division appeared to be related to questions of visual media.
That the first religion was saying that the second religion didn't know that there was an sequence of time underlying all things, that we were an part of. That could not be influenced by free will. As though it was an thing.
And she (the first religion) put it this way because she knew the other religion would exactly make this mistake that they were not part of the sequence of time underlying all things because God wasn't but by saying this had made the mistake that the second religion would fall to such ill duty. Maybe he had to because he was being crucified. Become insane. Think outside the category of time's sequence, which we all know, and which we are all an part of. When the Soldier opens up to this experience in peril it will bless him unto his depart. But if we follow people with healthy minds they would say, you better consider the sequence of time underlying all things because we share it and once you go past it you cannot come back, so don't make an mistake that cannot be forgiven.
Like how hard is that to believe?
But someone came along, someone from another religion, and said go ahead, make mistakes. And was implying that to be crucified (whoever, wherever) was an mistake of the community (if it could be fairly called that), not the individual (if it could be fairly called that).
And so you had to make mistakes in order to be like Jesus about the community in which both validated and error-free was seen as "okay" by the preacher who could go stuff an big sock in his mouth. Which was exactly the opposite of good tending to virtues like the Sequence of Time because making the mistake of the community was part of what made an good man go insane like this; but that's what it was—insanity.
And so whatever religion you're from don't try to block out the Sequence of Time as an virtue. You only have so much time and you need to put it in order in order to make the most out of it. Of course there have been rumors of an new religion, the Christianna, that looks at it this way: whether or not you concentrate on the Sequence of Time is about whether it scares you. You can't really divide yourself from it but whether you have no imagination or you should if you were in trouble. (Whether or not you choose to interact with the time that you are not able to think because it scares you). —But if it doesn't scare you—to look never at the sequence of time; (which is probably the most important thing in the psyche), to look never at the sequence of time, and to call that sanity. Then go ahead. I dare you.
But when you come back around and realize time really is about that Sequence. May all your actions be blessed. That you do not need them at present; and you can relax into the sequence from one topic to another, whether words are chosen or not is just part of your brain. Time harvests its virtues when we think about this sequence and how to adjust our lives for the better. Time, however, is not an person, an subjectivity. We are. We are Time spent thinking about the Sequence, how to harvest it. Which attitude will prevail to allow me the most pleasure? For Pleasure is always after the Sequence of Time as an virtue. The Sequence of Time leads to pleasure.
You don't leave the Sequence of Time when your body doesn't have enough pleasure, normally. You can't leave the Sequence of Time in order to gain pleasure.
You proceed to an New Reciprocity with God.
Of course, none of this proves that we cannot be "beyond" the Sequence of Time or that its first inception as an religious concept was itself scientifically relevant. If there was an Sequence of Time, we have ways to defy it even if we can't escape because free will is an defiance of what will unravel if it was absent to identify it but that does not mean we have ways to define it perfectly. So why not entertain the idea that what you do affects your Sequence of Time? Perhaps in an non-linear fashion. It's not like some inert mass that is impossible to change. This is where the argument that we need to order people to follow the Sequence of Time clashes with the argument that we don't. Some may call it the primary target of an moral theory, belonging to any religion, to say that we are bound to Time and so its Sequence internally to us together is an religious concept that leads to social bonding. My own opinion is that it is good to say we exist in an Sequence of Time, but that to define it in strict social terms would be the same as not saying it to everyone or saying it to everyone. Like it's some kind of moral lesson outside of all others. That doesn't need to be said. Because acknowledging it is like saying some people don't consider the Sequence of Time. Which is demanding. How would anyone stop considering the Sequence of Time? But then, maybe it is that base because It's that important as an religious virtue.
And so what is Fantasy time narrated but an departure from the sequence, into another realm perhaps where time passes slower. Or is it an way to talk about and describe an real thing in less-than-plausible fiction. From an subjective point of view. And that the novel must be an discernment between the departure from the sequence and an attachment to it. In this sense. Even though he suffered and tried to correct what had caused his suffering, with his relationship with God, that he mastered, the demons had won; Atom died. Everything Twenty City social practice had devolved into chaos and fear ruled over the land.
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