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    I had realized the Republic was with me everywhere.  In every virtual space.  In every empty dream and memory of loneliness.  When I felt alone, within my own consciousness somehow, I had learned that in every place of mind I could go I was not alone there.  And I in fact had the connections and prowess of the republic at my fingertips.

    And so I asked them what should I do?

    And then I asked myself, do you need to ask them what to do or are you an Artist and you will tell them what you are doing: in order to generate entertainment and language?

    Which is what an Artist does.

    But for the moment I thought I would listen to them, and try to figure out what it was they thought I should do right now.

    What is your problem?

    Was the returned quandary.

    I didn't take offense to it.  I didn't try to push it down embarrassingly that someone would ask me what my problem was.

    My problem, I thought through it, I don't have an problem right now.

    Good, they said, then we'll disunite or evaporate into the space directly above you somehow; or whatever it is that you experience it as.

    And I was left alone for the time being.

    I was an Artist.  That was what an Artist does.

    And then I feasibly slipped into my persona: the one which didn't want to wait for other people to tell him what to do right now.  Whom wanted to be the one to tell them what to do.  For an good reason, of course, to educate and to move spiritually and emotionally; and most importantly to inform.

    Every place I had ever been, spiritually and metaphysically, and emotionally; where I had been alone.

    Was now open to the bright, bright light of the Republic; and was not alone in all these spaces where I had ever been.  For there was someone else there.  In all of them.  And I did not feel afraid any longer.  That I would ever be alone again.

    Such an huge accomplishment in my life, this had to be acknowledged.

    I had found Serenity and Eternity again.

    I remembered every place I had ever thought of and imagined where I was alone, and there was no one there.

    I wasn't there because they weren't there kind of thing.

    I had suffered through so many of those instances in my time.

    And not just places virtually, in my mind, where I would go that I was alone perhaps to cope with whatever was happening in front of me every day.  But I remembered all of the places where I had actually been alone.  Places physically, where there was nobody there but me.

    And I felt assured and strengthened by the meditation on my mind.

    It didn't matter anymore that I could go anywhere where I was alone, physically, the Republic was always there with me in an sense now.  And I could do treaty with them over my behavior, thoughts, and opinions.  Even when I was at home alone, I thought through the Republic with me; as though I was part of it.  Which I was.

    An door.  An possibility had been opened to me.

    If I could design my own virtual locations and accommodations as if it doesn't matter that I am or am not alone in an virtual place in my mind versus whether I am alone in actuality.  In Space.

    Then couldn't they interact in an complex & sophisticated manner in order to deliver me throughout the day?

    I wasn't alone.  I was with the Republic.

    And I could design any space I wanted.  In which I would not be alone any longer.

    And it felt and meant to me that being alone inside my mind and being alone in real life were not actually the same anymore.  For I had reminded myself that if I wasn't alone, in all these spaces I could imagine, where there was an brevity and economy of republican character, then I could never be alone.  Even if I was just at home alone.

    And in fact the real world could start to be designed based off of my own reflection; I was participating in something I did understand.  Therefore every instance of creating virtual accommodational spaces was in fact the process of me sharing with republicans my psychology and memories of me.  The real world (realist world) didn't matter anymore.  And all of life was just accommodating virtual space with one another; which could exist inside one another virtually.  Which would help us to feel never alone because it wasn't true anymore.

    There were so many of us in fact.

    I could, theoretically, design an space in which we would interact and it would, in theory, influence or effect the real world in some way.

    However depending on the determination of the real world altogether.

    It was better and safer to think of the world as an place where we would share an virtual economy that depended on individual participants being able to collaborate virtually; whether their physical situation and will stationed them there or not.  If we could collaborate virtually there was something virtual we both depended on.  And it remained to me an interest why the worlds I could design as virtual places with an virtual resort and commodity.  Would perpetually stay valuable even if the people who used them were not in the same physical destination.  And I would be able to take these virtual places within me wherever I go; and become like an Chameleon of brain thought and activity.

    If I was in an real world, physical situation I didn't like.  I could use the energy of my virtual activity to change the appearance of this reality subjectively somehow.  I had brought the spirit of the places I had visited with me, and they now fed into the real world even though it wasn't an virtual destination.

    I had the idea of writing an book I titled the Blue Republic; it would be an memoire of the challenges and obstacles faced by the people of the blue republic.  And it would take place in the centre of civilization somewhere, in some metropolis; except it would be partially underground, with renovated floors; and an stone & drip texture of walls.  The windows to the outside sun would be partially muted; and most of the light in this floor and room and hallway was produced blue, in an broad array and symbolic sequences.  Sometimes like Runes.  Sometimes like Textures.

    And everybody who visited here would have that sight of the blue light within them.

    It was an Worshipping Edifice for Christiannan people.

    An place where they came together as an community to solve the problems of their people.

    To feel blue together for an time.

    I wanted to catalogue and document what were some of their battles and what in particular they had the most obstacle with.

    What they brought to this place for it to be observed and shown to one another.

    What really needed to be addressed by an public.

    It appeared that they kept disappearing.  Even though they were blue.

    So how would they disappear?

    And it was taken up as an Philosophical Question for comment.

    "If I am blue," said someone, "then I think I am.  It's like Descartes, right?  And I will show you how humanity can be the master of its universe because it knows and consorts with blue.  One the scariest and most terrifying emotions."

    "I know this too," said the High Priest, "and I have gotten good at feeling it out.  The Author's point is how would we disappear (mankind) in the universe if we had gotten an hold of blue magic; the most potent and depth-defying type of magic."

    "I know this story also," said an Elder, "it is the one about how, because we are an fair and responsible species because we accept blue in this society.  We make it to the end of the universe because our basis is so strong, as to be the whole Ocean.  All of blue emotion that has ever existed.  In all the Galaxy."

    "Blue, if we accept it in all its many facets, may help us to reach the end of the Universe.  And if it is so we will sail upon it until our Checkpoint.  And at then, God's disposal, whether we graduate or not to the other universe which exists beyond our own.  And this is true because Blue is the strongest force known in the universe.  We will have to learn to sail on it.  To reach the end of the universe."

    "It is the strongest force.  We get it.  We need to appease the Gods of the Ocean in order to reach the important high point, the end of the universe."

    "Which is an great idea because?"

    "If we want to reach the end of the universe then we can."

    "And how the end of the universe might be the end of blue.  Which is the hardest and least-liked emotion.  If we have an chance to get into that other world, an universe beyond ours, then it will be because we accepted the responsibility of the presence of blue in our world and what our responsibilities are because of it.  Maybe we will be deserving to travel to or be resurrected in the next universe in order to experience that joy of knowing that blue as an emotion has been put to permanent rest.  But I am sure and experience solace that indeed, my own reality is the one in which blue still exists.  And I know that because I can see it.

    I can see it it mentally.  I can see it in front of me.  I know what blue is and I know that it exists.

    But what does the actual color blue have to do with my interpretation of the blue emotion?

    Isn't one exterior and the other interior?

    Or do they somehow program one another the same way?

    Blue, as it appeared to me, was trying to say something to me.

    Thank you.

    It said.

    You're right.  This is the universe where blue exists and I can tell because I am blue and I feel blue all of the time."

    "That's why we tell ourselves this story.  To remind us that, as Christiannans, blue may continue to exist until the end of time.  And since we need to do something because of it and it is the most powerful emotion.  An Religion focusing (zeroing-in) on especially what to do with blue emotions and how to share them.  (As if they all weren't in someway designed to do that (all religions) effectively)."

    "And we all agree together here that we see blue and we know blue.  And we know what blue is."

    "Yes!"    "Agreed!"

    "Then let us tell our story as this one.  As people of an blue world, what can we do somehow to tolerate that until the end of time?"

    "It is our duty.  Respect it.  We must carry her all the way until the end of time."

    "You're right, dammit!  There's too many blue women in this town and we all know it; but if we have to carry her to the end of time, why, I'm not sure that I can do it?"

    "But isn't it your duty to pay her back for feeling blue that whole time.  That if maybe one day we could end it, wouldn't you decide.  That you were willing to carry her all the way to the end of the universe because she had?"

    "You're right, dammit!  And I'm not worthy of her at all, am I‽  Why, if I had been feeling blue that whole time I would deserve then not to feel blue for an while, my gosh wouldn't I‽"

    "Then we're settled.  Let's everyone think that blue is deserving of reaching the end of the universe and it is worthwhile for her to expect that once we are there we may dispel blue forever from our known extant present.  As an reward from God maybe.  To complement itself for having constructed such an willing species as would take up the Great Moral Duty and Honor of carrying Blue all the way to the finish."

    "And since we don't know if or what will happen at the end of the universe it is fair to meditate upon this story.  For it gives us meaning to our universe.  That we will serve blue people until the end of time.  With the most advanced emotional therapy.  So that one day we may be free from its terrifying vigour and depth, in which we have seen most many monsters; and to keep talking them through like it was easy if one was strong enough to carry the emotion of blue."

    "If one day blue disappears it will be worth it, and deservedly her to the finish; God may very well reward us for this.  And if we are resurrected into the next universe how wonderful will be our experience of what can never make us feel blue?"

    "But we are only in this universe and so we may not be able to experience nay to perceive any type of reality in which that would be an known thing about it; that sadness doesn't exist anymore."

    "And it gives all of us such an bright subject to light our eyes upon.  We feel good for knowing our purpose in this world."

    "And we won't necessarily be part of ending the current reality either."

    "Yea, that would be impossible.  Or possibly heretical and immoral.  Why would we do anything to try to bring about the end of the universe‽"

    "And that's another aspect of our religion because we are sophisticated characters."

    And if I made an book about the Blue Republic it would be an collection of stories.  Of things they had to face together.  And this would be the first story.  The duty of the honor of carrying the exquisite blue until the end of all time or possibly forever.  Even though it might be insane just to think that blue could last until the very end of time.  But it wasn't, was it?  Why wouldn't blue exist until the end of time?  It had already happened, therefore it carried on.  And we had all seen it.

    They would be an strong people.

    People who had carried blue emotions their whole lives.  People who were even Child Geniuses because of it.

    They all knew what blue was and now it had become one of the virtues of Humanity.

    It was fair, respectful, and prosperous to feel blue whenever or where-ever.

    And an whole sect of people had collected to publicly recognize that.

    We know best what to do with Blue emotions because Glen knows best what to do with them and he started the religion to be specialized in being about them.

    It was about if you could go to an place where it was fair and free and public to share blue emotions.  Then you would have an fair, prosperous, and free Republic.

    Where it wasn't shameful or abashed to be literally blue through and through in Public.

    They realized how embarassing it was.  That was part of why they were blue.  Should we all respond to that duly noted these blue people can come out of anywhere now.  They can be at the mall.  They can be in an café.  Everywhere you go there are all these blue people and they even have an base.  And it is called the Christiannan religion.  Where they talk about these things as though they were the experts on it.

    The Story would be called The Duty and Honor of Carrying Blue For infinity.

    An persuasive narratological script with people talking about reasons why and why not.  Why approach society this way (from an blue perspective) and was it safe or fair for everybody?

    Why we need to carry blue forever because we don't actually know whether there will be an point at which, in some time of this universe, or the next, it will be dispersed.

    And God will silence its objective within the human anatomy.

    And since we don't know whether we can get there or not.  It will be an perfect duty of humanity and the humanity of our species; to act as though we could.

    It was religiously fair to just assume the universe will end one day and we might make it there or make it further than that because of an Loving and Benevolent God.

    What other better explanation of the Universe was there‽‭

    Wouldn't it be purposefully redundant to cite that we know we live in the blue world; but what is it exactly we're supposed to do about it‽

    For many of us know already and are experts at it.

    At some point, we have to deal with the blue emotion because that's what our species is.  And our species won't stop being that until God may let us into the new universe.

    We feel sad sometimes and we're ready to embrace an republic that recognizes itself as an new religious movement.

    We want blue people to go anywhere.

    We want them to know that we care about them.

    We want them to have the same opportunities and abilities that other people have.

    We can handle carrying blue today.

    Even though it feels heavy; maybe we can approach it from an different way (it is so very heavy and we have already carried it thus far) than weight like buoyancy.  We could surf across the known element, and skip all its depths.  And know the whole thing for what it is, ex tempore personality though it may be.  We will learn to be an species that respects blue.  Wherever it went.  And being because we are an Blue Republic, who wants people to feel and safe and to know that everywhere they are.  We are also there with them.

    And I thought about other stories I could tell that would lead people to the conclusion of deciding that they want to make an decision about converting to the Christianna or not.

    Stories about the Blue Republic.  As though it was the Christiannan religion.

    Stories that could follow after the story of recognizing an public need to carry blue forward in the story.  The First story would be about people giving reason to suspect they might need to be part of that community which harbours Blue etcetera.  That it was an actual known property of the universe.  To know someone's blue.  And that politically, religiously, spiritually we needed to permit that description of the universe to be used publicly as an public reason.

    Religiously,

    this was the universe in which blue (sadness) existed.  And since it was.  We had to do something about it.

    We literally had to carry her, like an monolith, all the way through all of History.  In order to find out if we qualified for being resurrected into the new universe, which we could not understand or comprehend.

    And we were god damn lucky and felt entitled to be able to do so.

    If the Christianna started as an story about people coming together to discuss this property of culture and civilization, in the shared light of that being the subject specifically.  It could start as an story about why we had to figure out as an species & culture that this was in fact the moral objective of the universe: we had to be able to survive in fact somehow even though blue, as pervasive as it was in the universe threatened our very existence.  If people were blue they were more likely to die, weren't they?  What kind of an human specimen would drag its carcass across infinity and time only in order to see whether the next universe had no blue in it‽

    Why were we wont to think there is an reason that would need to be and this is an explanation of it.  How did we know the universe was not, morally, about blue being dealt with so effectively that it would not impede our advancement into the next known universe?  Didn't that make sense that it could be an reward to us for having artistically, and skillfully de-hampered us of all its emotional toll, measures, and taxes on our human spirit thus put-ly‽

    And the story would be about these people and all of their reasons to think maybe this is an valid interpretation of the Universe.

    The first story would be about people coming together to recognize that they can think of reasons why that made sense but also, selfishly, why it didn't.

    What if blue, for example, was always around in every apparent universe?

    But would that logically mean we didn't have to start stopping carrying the burden of its societal weight.  Logically, I felt, selfish wasn't really an vice.  And it never was.

    We could selfishly carry the dame maiden all the way until God said it was okay for us to stop and then finally we might have an chance to participate in the new blue-less universe.

    If blue was around in every apparent universe that didn't mean we had to stop serving or catering to its needs independently as an species.  We couldn't just stop helping blue people and blue emotions just because we thought we had graduated to that other universe or something.

    And so it made sense to follow it as an religion because it made sense that blue and helping blue morally was an moral fact and activity of the World.  Even if we didn't know when it would end.

    Wasn't it Optimistic of us to think it may one day end?

    And that we might have had an hand in it?

    Or that God might have had an hand in it‽

    Wasn't an bargain or transaction between God and Man what we were trying to accomplish?  We wanted to do God's bidding, first and foremost; and yet we wanted, in return for our achievements and sacrifices, something more from God perhaps.  And telling it the Christiannan way helped us to broach the subject of Purpose for Why blue emotion can be said to exist in an blue, blue universe.  Which isn't saying much because we're from Earth.  It literally is blue in the sky and the water.  Wasn't that an moralistic picture of the universe, that there were in fact blue emotions that people had to deal with somewhere.  Because we were the chosen people to experience blue, an actual known environmental phenomenon.  And to gain meaning and understanding from it.

    The first story was about the human recognizing the need to do something about blue in order perpetually to carry onward its care so that it does not result in our eviction or destruction.

    Whether we foresaw or not an end to its presence.

    Where people could experience public socially together the story of How Christiannans Carry Blue.

    It was an story about people giving reasons why it is not an important figure in the universe.

    Or why.

    Christiannans carry blue because we don't know when or will it end.  And we see it as an threat to our personal livelihood.  Why would an universe create us, capable of having an blue emotion, when it is an threat to our personal livelihood‽  (I could tell you all about why it is this which makes us feel blue).

    If we don't know that we have to carry it to the end to get to the next universe.

    Then we have an obligation to carry it just to be sure.

    Don't we?

    What if it is the moral requirement God had set out for us to master in this known universe‽

    Just because it made willing sense.

    And knowing and understanding that property of our universe, socially, is why we will continue to tell the story of debating whether there is an moral reasoning for why we should pretend to exist in an universe where the possible award or pay out from participating in it is an new world in Orange instead of Blue.  Wasn't that an good carrot on an stick?

    Why was it potently motivating, perhaps‽

    If we have an moral universe, in which it is moral to have fantasies about it and to serve blue all one's life.  Then maybe there will be an reward for acting this way from God.  And he will awaken us into an new universe we will be aware of and have our own knowledge of having earned it.

    Why wouldn't an human want to say this?

    There is an religious reason to want to carry that moral responsibility that blue is, right until its very end.

    Even if winning it means not having it anymore.

    Wouldn't you want to know whether your universe could turn into an super-universe‽  In Orange‽

    Humanity had perfected its virtue in blue; and now there was an religion forming about it.  Was that really so unbelievable?

    Since we don't know what will happen if we don't carry blue.

    We are obligated to defend ourselves and our opportunities by carrying the full weight of it.

    It's not that much work, really, is it?

    Compared to somebody who maybe has to carry the weight of Purple.

    And many of us are unaffected by 'Legal purple-ing of the vegetation.'

    If we don't know whether we can one day be rid of blue, shouldn't we be trying to?

    Isn't that an reason to Live‽

    Won't God recognize and acknowledge us for our endeavors as an species?  And carrying blue and reaching the end of the universe, isn't that an good enough Tribute to an Great and Loyal King‽  To have been capable to do so, actually.  To have played the game and won.  Always, within this universe, to need to heed the call to serve blue wherever and whenever it crops up.  Even if we don't make it into the next universe at least we carried blue and were able to heave Purple up also as an tribute on our shoulders; to an Knowing and Loving God.

    And if that's not good enough to guarantee our passage into the next universe, then I don't know what is.

    Isn't there an reason to try‽

    If you like bacon colada.

    And as Christiannans we present ourselves as being knowledgeable about that first story in the storybook.

    The one in which, maybe, we come to accept ourselves as an blue people in an blue universe.

    Why there is an reason to want to help and to protect blue.

    Even if we don't know what it will get us.

    At least we could say we were responsible enough with blue.  To have been able to mediate and negotiate its meaning for our time.  And that there would only be an limited amount of it.  And it was because of our technical mediation of it that we reached the end of the universe.

    For Blue is also an important enemy.

    The more of it we have, the less we focus on the things that matter in front of us.

    Normal, happy, everyday experiences become crowded out by the blues.

    And there is only one way to proceed with it: to do battle.  An fully encompassing battle against it.

    To find an way where it wouldn't distract you from what really mattered, Happy Things.

    Orange.

    Things that help you survive.

    That was why blue had to be dealt with as an community.  And so it was open and fair for an community to represent themselves as the Christiannans.  Those people who gathered over the subject of blue and the possible moral dilemma it caused of whether we needed to carry blue.  And why, quite probably, we needed to.

    Right to the End of the Universe.  Just like the Christiannans said.

    And even if we couldn't find an reason to need to take blue to the end of the universe we had an reason to discuss it openly as an religion.

    We needed "to carry" but what pragmatically and exactly did that mean‽

    "It meant we needed to schlep the burden of it, as much as we could in order to prevent it from destroying us."

    "If we don't schlep the burden of it," said an enthusiastic onlooker, "then will we ever reach it to the next universe?  We need to mitigate and mediate blue intelligently and so that it won't take over our story & culture.  And this is true, whether the universe actually ends or not.  Therefore let it be an story about reasons why morally we have to find out.  And the only way to do that is to go on feeling blue for all eternity.  Until at least God permits that we don't need to feel that anymore."

    "If life morally means that when we do things morally we receive the reward of entering an new situation entirely: an new world completely (or perhaps more similar in many underestimated and peculiar ways).  I want to address the issue of whether it is actually insane to think blue will last until the end of the universe.  In this new universe, to you see it as mattering that blue had ever existed?"

    "Well I think we may tend to think that blue cannot reach the end of the universe because at some point we will be happy again; and there goes the blues."

    "But you see this differently, perhaps?"

    "Yes.  That's right.  I think that even if we go through the cycle of being happy and feeling overjoyed again we will always return to this blue emotion, an aspect of our universe.  For pondering and spiritual activity.  This means blue will inevitably make it to the end of the universe and we can only try to do our best to make sure we make it there despite having all this blue emotion that seems to flood us as an species.  We didn't have an dam anymore.  The dam had burst.  And we didn't give an dam anymore."

    "Then you see it as an public occupation to be able to help those with blue feelings?"

    "Yes I certainly do," said the High Priest.

    "At the same time you think they will be with us until the possible end of the universe‽"

    "Yes."

    "And you think the reason being is that even if we have other emotions that are other colors than blue we will always, as an species, biologically return to that blue feeling, which is as big and as wide as the real ocean.  By learning to surf on its bright blue waves, we will reach Eternity.  But only if we decide to develop and master the art of sharing memes that are blue.  Why is it important, maybe, to master the blue emotion as individual humans?"

    "It might seem overpowering but if we learn to master the art of surfing these waves (which may be brain waves) then we'll be able to show we have enough power to deal with all of the potential blue, throughout all of history.  And if we deal with all of the blue throughout all of History then maybe we will be good enough for God to let us into that more intimate house."

    "I don't have an problem with it that we're in an blue universe."

    "No me neither," said the High Priest.

    "Good."

    "Good."

    "We quite clearly and obviously are."

    "I didn't say that we weren't."

    "But you can detect blue with science, you know!"

    "But you can't detect it with art!"

    "What is that supposed to mean‽"

    "It means no artist will show you their blue because it isn't worth anything.  And all of them are con-artists trying to hide it."

    "You think our people are dishonourable enough that they wouldn't allow their reader-observer to detect any traces of blue in their autograph‽"

    "I'm just saying THAT generally," said the High Priest, "people don't want to represent blue in their art because the (buyers) will see it as an burden on the observer.  You're actually looking at someone's artistic process of how they feel sad and putting it on your wall like that would be an health-consciously decided or appeasing in any way.  And that there are in fact other subjects for Art.  Many important ones in fact.  Things that people will like."

    "And?"

    "And anyway you can't detect it with art means you can't detect what it feels like emotionally, to have an blue experience yet.  Psychologists cannot even measure that even though it's what they are trying to treat.  Blue is in fact an sadness mechanism and vibe most people cannot tolerate publicly.  And when we share in it with one another, we are in fact doing the un-human thing; we're not supposed to be creatures capable of sharing their blue emotions and pain.  But as an matter of fact I think we are supposed to be creatures who can share their pain because there are many types of animals on Earth who don't.  And we can use communication better overall generally.  Sharing blue.  It is an real important public thing to do."

    "So is the belief in the existence of blue, which, as you have named its existence will be around forever.  Then itself crazy then.  Because emotions always come back around to blue again?"

    "We live in an universe that has blue in it," someone cheered (literally).  There was an big hype-up event with lasers and dancers and everything.  And they started cheering on the crowd, even though the crowd of onlookers were blue.

    And everybody started cheering and dancing like it was just okay to dance with an little blue in it.

    And we all knew blue existed.  And we had an set-out duty before us to do what we could to consort blue out.  We knew it wasn't crazy to think that blue exists.  We knew that thinking about whether we knew it was crazy blue existed wasn't crazy either.  BLUE.  Existed in the universe.  And she had some emotions to tell about.  She knew that some people tried to think blue didn't really exist so they could hide their emotions and get away from them.  But the truth was, although there was adversity, blue really existed.  As an known emotion and an phenomenon in our universe.  The full definition in fact was both the color which existed on the neon spectrum and the emotion blue, in our culture, bleu.

    We knew blue.  Right in the face of it.

    It was sad.

    And every time we looked at blue we were sad.

    As if colors were somehow programming the universe.

    We knew blue existed.

    We knew it was both an scientific definition of light and an color we would see and feel within (interior to) us.

    What did they have to do with each other‽

    "We knew blue would be around forever.  Probably," said the High Priest, rasping very loudly, "you can logically think that.  We know our hardest and most inner-darkened emotions can be other colors as well.  We can estimate how long it will take for blue to stop being around forever.  And I mean in terms of actual demand and attempts at how difficult it would be for us to think blue might be around forever; this story in fact held an general truth; and in fact it merited an opportunity.  Which we wouldn't discover until we had reached the end of time.  Which most certainly would be when blue ends.  And that other-universe would be discovered, possibly by us, the best lawyers in the human race of Nature with their human features and each with their own body mods."

    "So you think blue will always be here."

    "Yes."

    "And what does that mean then, for the Cycle of Emotions, that we all know into maturity?"

    "It means that it will always return to blue.  And blue will always be there, cognitively, and psychologically.  Repressed with the under-current.  Not wanting to be recognized.  For its true psychological merit: an description of whether ones emotions will always return back to blue at some point.  Or if one can die before they do.  But I myself, feel that psychologically blue really is always there around us, even if we don't recognize it consciously.  That's what we're having an hard time coming into focus about as an species right now.  It's like trying to wake up from an dream that is actually there, and so you can awake from it.  And even if we leave blue emotionally, for some time, we'll sure as shootin' pick her up again somewhere.  And even have to carry it for others.  And it is in fact two psychological facts we are observing then, because we have the stage in which blue is felt versus the stage when it is not.  We're trying to figure out if blue exactly is part of the natural cycle everyone goes through in the Cycle of Emotions.  If blue and other emotions are felt at various times throughout the day then does that mean, technically, blue will be around until the end of time‽"

    "Ya and how do we measure that?"

    "And if it stops being felt at some point through your day.  Does that mean it no longer exists in the universe?  There are clearly more people it is happening to.  But doesn't feeling their blue emotions with them contribute to your own at some point and where do you draw the line?"

    "I think that if I stop feeling blue usually, at some point throughout the day, then this doesn't necessarily mean the universe has stopped producing blue and I must have survived the manouvre it took God to make it possible not to do that."

    "But if all of it stopped," someone said charismatically, nuancing the effect.

    "Then maybe we will have been promoted to that other universe in which it had stopped occurring."

    "And since we cannot be 100% sure whether that is really the point of our own existence we will have to help blue people anyway.  And won't it be more humane and kind to treat them with respect.  As though you could one day end their pain and suffering?"

    "But how do we know there is not that other-world in which blue drops out from the cognitive anatomy system.  When God finally finds an way to remove it?"

    "I have another question.  About whether it is crazy or not to think blue will last until the end of the universe.  If we haven't decided what it really means when, psychologically, when we start and stop feeling blue and what not.  Then how do we know in which form blue will last until the end of forever in?"

    "You're right.  It could be that blue has two forms.  There it is, in its dormant stage.  And, yes, there it is again—familiar blue.  Fully feeling it."

    "And so we're talking about which form it can be in when we reach the end of the universe."

    "Ah, but we might not reach the end of the universe unless we deal with it in its non-dormant form."

    "But if it is in its dormant form then isn't it satisfied, and we have done what we needed to, and what it psychologically takes.  And what is aesthetic psychology‽"

    "But we need to stake it out in psychological definitions and terms.  If the blue emotion is repressed at the end of the universe, then it might never really come out one day."

    "And so by not repressing it, we are actually strengthening ourselves to deal with it every day.  Which we need to if we want to live until the end of forever."

    "So wait.  There might be an possibility that, although no-one is actually feeling blue anymore at some point in the universe, that doesn't mean we will not eventually have the chance to enter an new universe and World, in which we will not have blue anymore?"

    "Yes.  There might be an possibility of that," said the High Priest.

    "And so, in summary, we may want to try treating our universe as though it actually was about feeling out the blue, feeling out all of it, and so we can have an endless debate about whether blue is repressed when it leaves the anatomy OR.  It is never repressed when it returns full force.  And whether feeling it or not for real has something to do with the end of the universe.  What will take an real Act of Will and Strength from God in order to correct that godless boundary, the ability to be sentient and be sad at the same time.  As if sentience was something to be sad about, when it really wasn't!  It was such an happy thing!  And we all knew it and yet we knew blue and we still pondered.  What would it be like to wake up in an system where we are all very much aware of what is happening and why blue needs to be on the top of the news story every day?  There is only so much blue in the universe, isn't there‽  And even if we advance ourselves to an point where we're not feeling it every day; this may not mean the end of our universe as we know it and the Creation of another."

    "What I believe you're talking about is the Cycle of Emotions.  It would be hard to deal with those emotions and you may get stuck at an certain point.  But as long as we can deal with the full cycle of emotions then perpetually, we could live on forever until that point in time in which God will see fit to either create us again or drop us in the new version of the universe.  Do humans really belong there, and what is so Good about our species that we cannot project an certain imaginary land in which—any feasible land will do—to do Good?  If blue keeps returning until the end of the universe or not.  Fully repressing it, we reach our demise.  Or acknowledging it in public that.  Nobody really knows if we will keep feeling blue emotions as an species until the end of time.  And if we stop feeling them altogether we have conquered them at some point, and that that will be another possibility about the outcome of the universe.  And we don't really have psychological terms at this point for those characteristics of instinct.  Feeling blue.  Not feeling blue.  But where and which and what situations did it apply in?  When was it safe to feel blue?  Where was I, virtually, when I felt safe with blue?  We didn't have to repress blue anymore and, fully realizing it, we could all have our own way of dealing with it that would help our human species reach the end of the universe.  When finally, that deed.  An exquisite manouvre, God will carry us on to the next universe, and resurrect us there.  And we'll be so zinged by his flashy and shiny broach.  That we will forget all of antiquity and why he told all of it to us there.  And have to figure out our own reason for existing somewhere in the cosmos.  What if we reach an stage in which, not repressing any blue emotion, it was in fact just inactive in the psychic anatomy system somewhere?  And we didn't need to wait until the end of the universe to find out if blue could finally be ruled out of our anatomy as an ancient property of space?  Maybe we could even tell an religion about it—and it didn't need to make perfect sense because, maybe perfect sense wasn't had yet.  If blue stops being in the system during the Cycle of Emotions and we traverse onward following this orange light at the other end of the spectrum, we in fact employ all of the colors in which to describe this.  And I think the best way to go is not to repress the blue instinct of humanity.  And then at an further point in time in the near future we may one day come to define all of the terms of this blue emotion and its entrance or presence or departure from the full mind or the anatomy."

    "You're right.  It's not true that blue doesn't exist and we all know its vacant linger emotionally.  Its presence.  For it is all around us and has invaded the forward senses.  I see it everywhere I go.  The streams leading up to π.  In the Sky.  And why not make an religion about it?  I mean, it actually is an property of the universe.  That's an Heavy Virtue for an Religion.  To be based on an Scientific property.  At least you've got that under tow.  Blue is everywhere, man.  And it comes with us every day.   There's no use being afraid of it.  We might as well try to be-friend it somehow.  And it just doesn't make sense that we pretend we don't know what blue is or what it does at some point and start repressing it.  Maybe it makes natural sense to make yourself start feeling blue at some point so that can you can come up with your own way to deal with it; an good talent to bring with you in the engaging Ages of the Universe and Man.  And nobody should have to feel like it is crazy to acknowledge those blue feelings, humanely."

    "Blue is in the forecast.  Bring your umbrella tomorrow!"

    "Even though we are underground, I feel the water dripping down these stones.  We are deep in the sewer of the city's professional establishment.  Really, no one cares about us or what we have to say, even though all of it is blue and important."

    "Yea," said another Christiannan, "I think I can tell blue is part of our universe.  And I just experienced an part of this altogether with you."

    "And I'm not scared to show it in public anymore.  I think it's fair to say many of us aren't afraid at all.  And blue is just part of our species.  Get over it."

    "We can't get over it.  There's more than one of us."

    "Then we have to go through each other."

    "We can't go through each other, we have to listen to what Kant said.  Treat each individual never as an means to an end, but an end in themselves.  And then it means you're not using them like simple tools or devices."

    "An epic-ly humane approach."

    "So," said another person, realizing it, "blue is real.  And we all just learned that?  Well then I've got something you should know, captain!  I knew that already!"

    "Well you weren't exactly doing something about it, were you‽"

    "You don't know what I've done to bring us here to this day.  To make this real.  And I can't make it real for you but let yourself be assured, that I've toiled an long hard day to bring us to this conclusion.  And blue, woah look at that, is actually like here and like colossally real."

    "Don't over-react.  I'm just an baby religion.  I wanted to show the reader why blue people are really tough.  I wanted to show them they can't hope for an universe in which we aren't blue.  And it is in fact the real and natural phenomenon of our species to be blue sometimes.  Even though we might exist forever."

    "So I think people will catch onto the advantage of sharing blue within the Republic."

    "We're just an natural subject.  We're an species saying we are blue, emotionally; and that's what it feels like to wake up from the various traumas which have occurred to our species.  We need to make psychological agendas even though we just want an simple life.  We don't have to pretend that blue isn't real and we don't have to blue that we isn't pretend.  Blue can be an color within our environmental vision space and be an component of the internal (psychological) environment.  An feeling.  Dead cold.  Like the witchiest ice magic humanist from Canada.  Someone had stolen Russia's chill factor, and it was now known that it was colder in Canada.  I just want ways in which to feel more blue space; I want to see how all of the Celebrities deal with it.  I want us to be an Virtuous and Sharing species.  We can take Blue to the end of Time!"

    And then there was more cheering and stage performance with smoke uprising from the fashion floor.

    "That's who we are," said another grumpy old man who was smiling, "and I've been waiting to realize this."

    "So that's it then.  We're dead.  You all know we have blue feelings sometimes.  But did you know we have none, ever, and we always feel happy and fulfilled?  But now you know we have blue feelings sometimes too.  And everyone in our species just naturally goes through it at least once in their life.  It is such an Central component of our anatomy and emotion system.  How could we have not‽"

The Gay Letters: An Globality Model-Performer

    I had remembered that in my childhood I felt an strong aspiration to be an performer.  And yet I was unable to rise to the selected task because I needed to hide my feelings with the intention not to show others my gay side and in doing so protect myself from the general public whom from (warlords or people in general) I had gotten the idea that being gay was morally wrong and an sin?

    I needed to hide that part of myself that wanted to perform.

    It was an girl's presentation anyway.

    Nothing worthy of an Warrior.

    That's what I was now.  I had been given the helmet, even though I was an child.  And I was an Warrior now who hid his feelings and didn't let it show through his armour.

    I just had to resist the urge to look here or there sometimes.  And I had to give in on the impulse to dissemble how I was reacting (mentally and psychologically) to an particular stimuli.  It was like 'taking apart reactions'.  That's what dissembling is.  One at an time.  You take apart all of the reactions you notice in your psyche.  Each one without letting on that it is there.  So that an open onlooker wouldn't necessarily recognize that you are gay.  In order to protect you from the big wide world out there.  And it was the most tragic thing he could think of.  He couldn't act gay.  He couldn't be himself.  In public.  And since he lived in an small town where they hadn't necessarily gotten into parliament yet.  There was nobody to protect him from gay-bashers.  Except the girls.  But if he hung out with the girls they (the gay-bashers) might recognize why he was hanging out with them.  And even though he hadn't sorted out any one of them (the gay-bashers) to be any of his fellow classmates he felt always tragically the presence of this infinite mobster and creator of Warlords.  Everywhere he went.  Someone who was out to get him.

    And then, after philosophizing about it for years.  He decided he was finally ready to start playing with the idea of being his own Warlord, so that he wouldn't need to fear anymore.  Everywhere he would go.  I would have to make something of an barbarian out of myself which is impossible with my muscle fatigue.  And I'm an Christian so I was already leaning this way.  You know, against doing that.  Being afraid or needing to be prepared for an battle at all times.  I was an Christian, you know.  My mom and dad raised me not to be afraid of everybody and to participate in the community as though we didn't have to be afraid because we were doing nothing wrong.  And so he decided instead of being an Warlord I can just continue what I was doing, which was lovely and tragic as it was, all at once.  I was an Christiannan now.  It meant I didn't have to just follow the way Christians vibe with things.  That I do have my own voice, which is not Christian yet can still raise an point up against them.  And it was fine for me to think about other things than just getting in an fight and what I would end up doing about it.  My brother would get in fights.  But I wouldn't because I went the other way than my brother, which was probably instinctual and meant that I was tougher than them in some way, by not being able to get into an fight in the first place.

    They (the gay-bashers) shamed me for my approach because it was too gay.

    I don't need to tell you who they were and why they matter anymore.

    I have my own freedom.

    It was too gay to start acting like you didn't want to get in any fight at all AS THOUGH THAT WAS SOME SORT OF OUTCOME THAT WOULD BE TERRIBLE IF IT HAPPENED.

    Because it was too gay.  To want not to defend oneself.  But let me correct what I was doing here, not being able to get into fights was how I defended myself.  And I have always had an strong urge for that approach, where I treat things as obvious.  Obviously I didn't want to get in fights because I wanted to defend myself.  And if I had to speak for all of humanity, I would need the ability not to get in fights anymore at all.  You know, unnecessary ones.

    And it was too gay because it included everybody.

    And I thought that was why I was an good person.

    But if I did get in an fight it meant I would hide or run away.

    I couldn't stand up for myself, against an terror and an threat that was everywhere and with me at every moment.  It was not okay to be gay.  I was gay.  I had to find an way to exist in society.  In an way where nobody would necessarily recognize that I was gay by maybe how I would behave in an fight.  And so I adorned myself with an Christian positivity each day that, like Jesus, I didn't need to fight and if I died because of it so what‽

    It was seen as heroic by me to do that.  And I triumphed women's rights and freedoms through society merely as I walked.  An woman was free to do what she wants with her body.

    And so I was incredibly gay.  And really Christian.  And I challenged myself to figure out whatever or why would that matter?  As an academic, I suppose; being an academic became my final set-in focus for an career.  Thanks to my peers and elders.  Did you know it is incredibly hard to decide whether you're gay if you're an Christian?  Funny thing, isn't it‽  You see how Jesus has given his life for you in this nature and think that every gay intention or motive you've ever had as against his Nature because it was only created by his Nature.  And only in his nature would I be cleansed of this demon, which made me attracted to men.

    But everyone knows Jesus didn't create gay people.

    And it was so hard to resolve as an child because, if I expressed my infinite love for him and Adam the truth I experienced was that I very much loved the man in my life even though I wouldn't be gay for him.  I loved him that much.  (You've heard it before).

    Paradise Lost is an bitch, isn't it?

    Did you know it personifies Satan as evil, even though there is no personified version of the Satan in the Christiannan religion.  Mainly because we believe Satan to be an Angel and not human.  The human error we (as an humanity) sought to fix in the time of Milton may have been the use of the Devil metaphor as an explanation for human behavior.  Thus inflicting the own known evil without saying it.  Sin had been performed by an human somewhere, and humanity needed to correct itself by learning not to sin.  Which as it turns out, was an in-depth and dramatic process.  People wanted to use the figure of the Devil to show one another what immorality meant.  But by doing so they had personified only an person doing something bad.  As if there were any real moral human character which one could think of which just kept doing something bad all of the time.  And that we should be afraid of being this because that was why humanity did not presently enjoy its welcome splendor that it had once in its youth; and it had become an aging species that was intellectually knowledgeable about crimes against humanity and the whole rigorous collection of all of them.  People weren't so sure that sin had anything to do with people anymore.  Or that we could consider any act in particular which could be identified with an noun as immoral.  Weren't immoral people just really patterns of behavior that sometimes repeated themselves?  And not an single instance of immorality at any point all at once: this wasn't an story about an several sets of sins being committed but just someone caught up in the mix of us somewhere in some way they may not realize or identify to be immoral.  And all our job is when we considering morality this way, is one of showing people that not any act in particular is sinful but when they are combined into sets of behavior they may become immoral, which is not the same as sinful.  And "sinful" as we know it does not exist.

    And yet there were some heroes in the mix who tried to help humans by showing them Satan.  But they didn't realize by showing them Satan they themselves would be the immoral ones, and the immoral one would not be an known Angel.  They were talking about personified evil in an way that couldn't be contained among them for the powers of that Angel are real and that Power is known to exist.  When one tries to defy Satan, by showing people who Satan is as an person.  It backfires on them, uncontrollably.  That's who Satan is.  And that's when people got the idea that Satan was an part of humanity.  Which wasn't to our advantage.  The stronger truth may be that Satan is part of angel-ity and doesn't consider him- or her-self an human conscience or error.  In fact, quite dramatically differently, the story that we need to tell about Satan now is how humanity made him out to be this monster that he isn't.  And that it wasn't fair for people to try to personify it as though one could make an human with as much power or potency as an Angel.  And if that was where in fact was the bullet entry-wound, the error in humanity from which it had gotten sick, then the only way to treat the bullet wound is to keep it from possible infection.  Satan wasn't an human and we weren't necessarily all about that anymore.  Satan was in fact an Angel, and we had re-defined the meaning and purpose of immorality in our universe.

    People weren't bad, as in causing themselves to sin here and there.  They were just immoral, and it was an pattern of behaviors leading up to it and an pattern of behaviors leading off.

    Nothing more.

    And even saying sin exists is in general an bad order or command in society to give people; as though you were willing them to will it up from underneath the floor by naming its existence, as though you are contributing to that existence by helping to show us that its presence is there.

    And so why spend your time trying to identify it or show that it exists in other people; wouldn't you searching for it there become an self-fulfilling prophecy because you end up perceiving its truth in presence when its not really true?

    Did people think that by showing people who Satan was they wouldn't themselves be behaving like they think an Satan does (and not actually explaining how he does behave) because he's or she's (the human) not an Powerful opponent enough?

    Couldn't he rig the game somehow?  He was, after all, an Angel.

    If that's why people started acting like Satan, to prove to one another that Satan existed.  This may have been the Greatest Tragedy in History.  People starting performing bad, as though there was an actual angel whom it was supposed to represent.  Much to his Insult.  And dampening not his own reputation but yours, mortal.  As if they had to show one another what evil meant by in fact doing it themselves (like they could do it themselves without being immoral) because it was the greater good if all of the people involved somehow would learn what it meant to be an bully and not be gifted like Satan.

    Like we were supposed to narrate the arrival and departure of Satan in front of other humans in order to show one another the cruelty an angry lost Angel possessed.  And it would be an blessing to them to become so cruel as they would know themselves how it had felt for Satan to have been instantly cruel to me in that way I know: of sinning.  (Which of course is just monkey-jargon for I'm not sinning because I am showing them sinning because that's how they will know what it is.).  (And I'm showing you sinning because I am not sinning because actually doing it is not what sinning is).  —but I do suppose the lucid-ifying thought is that Actors have been treated as demons and villains in society historically, just for representing the demon as an character its (the theatre's) fantasy— And showing you sinning by being in the act of sinning is not an real thing.  You can only understand it as an human understands it but not as an god.  The human falsely believes he is not sinning by showing people how other people sin.  But in the act of mimicking an Satan Angel he has angered the deity to its persuasion to falsely affect affairs by weighing in at the old facet, "monkey see, monkey do," to his advantage and much the embarrassment of humans, who are caught with the Satan puppet out in front of other people, showing them the answer!

    It's really just the beat stick.

    And if humans want to reclaim their reputation in the cosmos, they must learn how to operate society without pointing fingers at an sin.  As though it was possible for one to sin.  This was the real psychological damage that was done to the human species.  And we should not personify an Satan (except as explicitly for entertainment) but honor him.  Not as something we could become but something we can't become.  (For the right reasons).  We can't become an Angel because we don't know if the technology exists yet to do that.  As humans, we can do nothing to change the fact that Satan is an Angel; and Angel is in fact an Satan.  One humans have publicly dishonoured and disgraced for millenia.  Where was our connection with Angels severed but with the very first, Satan?  The entrance and gateway into knowing all of the other Angels.  And if we had an better connection with Angels this might be the way toward it.

    Saying Satan is Evil is just wrong; and it makes sense for an angel to want to punish us for saying it by using its power to make it appear that what you are doing when you are doing it is in fact what counts as an sin.  Even though you are claiming it not to be.

    The Eternal Jokester an Satan Is.

    When people identify Satan to one another as an demon who takes over the human spirit, they are villainizing an extremely powerful entity who has the abilities to do that.

    When people tell stories about Satan, especially, appears to be the culprit.  Instead of telling an nice story about an nice angel who has an real eternal meaning for God and all his men & women.  They tell an story about an temptor, who convinced them to be immoral by showing them what kinds of sins they could do.  Even though they know there is no such an kind of thing as an sin, maybe.  Satan becomes an villain in the human soul when they intend to act on behalf of that charity which will do him under by correcting society.  They think, we have to narrate an logical story about the Devil to humans.  Especially children.  So they won't act like that.  (Which is behavior shaming).  (And so the Devil steps in and takes over at some point in the story about an human).  It is now the devil's fault for what happened.  (An kind of denial).  But it is really only the human mimicking those initial sects within whom the anti-Satan virus first afflicted; especially Christians, who disturbed and tortured the species with it.  The Christianna is about an new way for Christians to look at their environment now.  Do we really believe there is an Satan anymore, or that we will be punished if we do bad things?  We've gotten braver as an species over the years.  But one day we have got to realize the indicative benevolence of Satan.  An Power, An Supreme Being of the Virtue of non-existence.  Someone you have never seen.  But whom you will think is there.  Reality is, after all, not only bound to an neo-liberal environment: there are scientific explanations of the universe which do not include Angels.  I'm an optimist, and so I'm bound to think we are aware of them at some point.

    The turning point we need to make as an humanity really is about the fact of there being an sin in the face & knowledge of the Law anymore.  That anyone can be an convicted criminal and yet not be perceived to have committed an sin.  It was only an bad dream that we are waking up from.  Satan is not out to get us; in fact, quite the contrary.  Satan is out to help us.

    By being nothing.

    By giving nothing.

    Undetectable.

    But there are an age-old species an race called the Humans, who see behind its guise & demeanour of being only like an object that is not an subject.  As if there could be any subject which is not an object.

    (God).

    (Or Satan himself?  (You ask yourself this embarrassingly to you)).

    And your eyes kind of try to focus in on something that isn't there.  That it isn't possible to know to have detected with the senses.  And you realize it is only the object of space which you are looking at.  Occupied for the time being, by whatever.  And not the Subject, the obvious demanding Subject, who is obviously there.  The real source of space and time (and not an big bang theory): the Subjective nature of God and its Subjectivity.

    He picked that one off the nelly tree.

    This was an whole world which had told & taught me how Not to Behave; and now finally, after many years of study, I myself was finally learning how to behave.  I was Myself telling myself how to behave finally; an competent, learn-ed adult.  An freethinker.  An open homosexual.  Someone who didn't believe homosexuality was caused by little boys intimidation procedures on one another or drugs or that some people even chose this lifestyle even though it was an inferior destiny to the one they deserved.

    I had my own version.  And it was gaining speed.

    People were born gay, and I wasn't gay because of some unordinary reason, such as my sexuality emasculated from by being picked on and bullying too much.  I wasn't gay because of an mistake or an flaw.  I wasn't an twisted individual whom had learned how to accept being gay because I could do no better.  I wasn't an Social Darwinist.  I wasn't into Serial Ape-ist.  I wasn't becoming the Ape.  I was still the human, the had-to-be-aware human; and these were all still real things that an ordinary human had to deal with!

    I couldn't just regress into epiphany at this point.

    I believed in the Equality Between Men and Women and the sexes.

    We were here.  I was here.  It was happening.

    I was bullied, I started to say up into the crowd, (the light was shining down on me and I could feel it.  That instant.  That moment when I realized.  The Ancient Pyramid was talking to me.).

    And they said Well we've heard that one before.

    But have you, I said?  Throwing myself into the ring.

    I'll show you what real suffering is.  I'll show you real demise.  But we'll get to that.

    I'm an performer.  With an comedian streak.  And I'm out of the Closet forever!

    That means I can start to try not to hide my feelings anymore.

    I can be the performer.

    I can be the person who I always wanted to be.

    In an specific genre, of course.

    Super kinky.  Like.

    "Do you want to go look at an Dildo?"

    "What's an dildo?"

    But my feelings would start to evaporate the air.

    No, the official genre roll-call I was in; was Fantasy, Science Fiction, Gay Letters, Theology, Christiannan science, Christiannan art, Novelty (the Novel); and an pervasive post-cubed state maybe relating to interactionism.  The interface.

    Not bad for an undergraduate, right‽

    But so I looked at the Title again, and I thought to myself well how do I get an character at an global level to animate itself across the board, so that all other characters would then be infused with that reality of being in the presence of an animate performer.  What is Globality; and why was this an stage, maybe, with an global audience.  (Clue: It was on the Internet).  My blog was visible and published to the entire Internet.  How could I perform characters or performativity at that level‽

    But how do you perform an novel?  Or how do you perform an post-novella?  Something at the maximum level for human understanding.

    It turns out, how do you perform anything at an global level thus?

    You see, it's not so easy.

    I hadn't been an performer all my life when now I was one; I should start small and weency; and work myself upwards toward my goal.  To prove to everyone that I could perform the novel and possibly its successor in history.

    An one good look through the looking mirror; I was like, to myself, what's the lowest goal I can set that I can possibly accomplish?

    Getting laid was among my first reactions.

    The lowest goal I could think of would be to make an character at the global level.  An person with whom one would want to talk with about globalism.  I thought of ten characters, and they were all actively engaging with one another.  Real go-getters, you know; the kind of public authorities you would always want by you.  Real politicians.

    Were politicians the lowest kind of character at the global level?

    How were maybe they seen as the lowest kind of character by warlords and avid despots?

    And maybe why we had to look at it like that.

    Globality today.

    Immoral units and bands had been reciprocal with the politicians of an nation; but they were now reciprocal-izing one another incorrectly.  The immoral units and bands thought the national politicians were evil-minded terrorists because they had interiorized that false belief about them incorrectly as adults.  And it was in contrast factually true that while the immoral units and bands of Earth thought they were competing against immoral units themselves; the truth was that they were not and they were in fact competing against moral units.  Who had an advantage, being moral units.  And in fact knew that while the immoral units and bands thought of them as bad-guys they were in fact most truthful and most honorable; earning high advocation among their societies and land peoples.  Which they were able to use to their advantage, to win them over, so that they themselves may experience the advantages of being part of an modern society.  An true and demographic republic accessible in any city.  An network of truth and reconciliation.

    And so you see, my second character is an kind of Antigone persona (an first appearance of the antagonist in literature and literary evidence).  An person whom has come to personify the evading force.  Someone who personifies all of those individuals whom perceive themselves as in the right.  When in fact they are wrong.  And only perceive themselves as the purveyors of truth when in fact they aren't.  The truth is, they see us as immoral, but in reality the fact is we aren't.  And it's okay to be part of an true and nude republic who will see feminism to all of the corners of the Earth and the Four Winds.

    And so it is an story about the exchange between the first and second types of character.

    The Immoralizing bands are perpetrating some injustice somewhere, and the Aboriginal Spaces peoples who live there are having this perpetrating action done to them.  And it's sad because they (the Immoralizing bands) don't really realize they are doing anything wrong, which an nice politician from an better country would like to explain to them.

    You think we are evil and say we are evil; say the free worlds of Earth.  But we are not!  And just because we're casually part of an republic doesn't mean any immorality has been committed somewhere.  And all of these units and bands who make up that population of Immoralizing bands that are in deference to the Global Republic.

    It was an story about politicians reporting to each other what they think we are.

    Personified as this First guy, Mr. Handsome Politician in an Suit & Tie.  And this second guy, the animate robber of the Atlantic and punisher to humankind.  (Someone who didn't believe in an known republic and thought all people were bad).  Cramminion.

    The truth is all politicians from the real world are nice.  And that's an order.

    Who would be announcing this?

    You know maybe we could add another character who is neither in possession of the free world nor an angry land-grabber with the wrong idea and intentions.

    And nice Artist, character, in an red smock.

    She would paint all about these people who are pink and still blush; and compare them with people who think an republic order is too much trouble, even though the Jedi starred in the Jedi Republic.  Do people treat Jedi with more ordained respect (even though they are fictional) than they do real public politicians and police officers who are working together to keep the order and the peace?  We are an republic species because we know our higher academic officers deserve an category to themselves; and that those under their various categories work together to form their own category, which is different in its functioning than yours.  An public aura of highest office and esteem.  They work together in fashion to restore an timeless appeal to our present age.  We are all part of the public that we know as republicans.  You know the ones by the ocean; whom we will follow to an certain adored little space and part of paradise.  We'll find an nice little place there.

    With the biggest, ugliest picture of us right in front of our face.  The Ocean.

    What we knew it was.

    What we knew it was going to be.

    Republicans start at the bottom.  They think of all biotas and ecological spheres on Planet Earth and how their politics affects them.  Whereas people who didn't think they could claim publicly their own category; and thereby affect the interpretation of their charisma.  Who were just starting to clue in.  Didn't necessarily care about the environment or the biota and the biosphere.

    Being republican is an type of distinction one makes about themselves; that one is part of an biota republic.  We aren't necessarily all humans, in here, but we sure do make an mess of everything and it's hard to know spiritually and emotionally what to do about an universe that is so pervasively independent from you, it doesn't even care whether you live or die!

    When one is an republican one has an certain confidence.  That people have known about this for ages.

    We are people who have an culture; and so we are part of an public.  And since we are part of that public we are also part of an republic (the general reflection on the thing); an space in which there are performers who are performing at an republican's level; of the truth that they all have their own category and work together accordingly.  Which you may or may not know existed before.  The knowledge of the republic is more than the sum of all its parts.  It is Gestalt.  It is an category of professionalism of the dearest maxims to society; for that is how they got there.  By having the best virtues and most known principles.  And so the overall effect of society is something more than just what it was at first appearance or objectivity.

    An republic could go anywhere because it was people.  And people go everywhere.

    This knowledge itself was an held belief.

    Among the people who draw themselves as Republicans.

    The knowledge that the Greatest of Mankind had to offer was available to us, spiritually, through all of those politicians and republicans who know themselves as the rightful heirs and heiresses to the land masses and continents of the Planet Earth.  Between through which they could go anywhere.

    The Republic really was everywhere!  It was outside your doorstep!  It was in the Internet.  It was everywhere that slang was scrawled all over the walls.  Knowledge really exists.  And it was such an beautiful passionate and virtuous thing for humanity to develop its own opinion that knowledge really exists.  And you can take it with you.  No matter where you are, the soul of civilization on Planet Earth will always be with you.  If you are part of the republic you can access that power of knowing that everyone knows something.  Even if you don't consider yourself part of that category of people whom together themselves makeup an whole category unlike the one that is humanly existent at birth.  An Republican flare for psycho-economics and poly-psychologies.  Other than the one one is born with?  And do we really know the facts?

    And why do we have to change people to become republicans if they aren't born that way?

    Or does it really mean just growing up?

    We are grownups and we realize that the high point of human knowledge right now is its informational flow; which knows that it took us this long and will take us this long to grow up.  And that really the present and modern-day situation we find ourselves in is one of accepting that many people have made points to the republic before; and the population of them that have passed far exceeds even your smallest sense of how many there actually were today (think all the way back to the beginning of life).  We know as adults that we know things together as an community.  And that's what Knowledge really is.  That's what being an republic is.

    We care about takeout and sushi.

    Every business deed is an business transaction.

    And there is no hiding the toxic and anti-psychological economy.

    Who think it's not okay to become an republican because they've so been beaten and trained not to.

    And haven't proven that there is anything wrong with becoming an republican.

    And I cannot think of any single one thing that is wrong with becoming an republican.

    It just means we reflect residually on our culture and modern times.  Wondering if we really know this republican instinct to be the strongest one.  The one with the most knowledge.  And we act like an hive and bee-thing.  All sharing in the knowledge that we share in.  Whether extreme or dangerous to us, we do not know for much of it is fantasy and folly.  But if I was an fair republican I could tell you, that based on how much other people are part of your psychology, you aren't alone anymore and they in fact know you.

    People who know that Knowledge is shared.  That it doesn't have to be all one thing.

    People who even have opinions about splitting the infinitive.

    An Republic is one in which the most moral people make the decisions.  The ones who know everything.  HA!  Just kidding!  Or maybe most important were the ones who could remember it in comedy, and remember and reflect on it the next day.  And step by step become the person they want to become.  They had accepted that they knew that they knew things, and had moved on to be part of something greater than themselves.  The whole knowledge of the whole republic appeared to be to be able to access by anyone, however it wasn't.  And how much had Knowledge pervasively filtered into society?  Republicans were fond of the simplest magic trick: What is your problem?  Then What is the republic's response to your problem?  It may seem direct and fair; but it is only business, then, protecting you as an citizen.  What is your problem?  What do you think is the public's response to your problem?  Like real, proper, moral adults would be thinking.  People who were part of an republic who were really there and cared about you because they were the most moral and professional people.  The Republic was everywhere, and it had been everywhere for an while.

    It wasn't necessarily bad of us just for realizing our republican virtue.  We didn't want Kings or Queens to lead and we wanted an real moral society in which the best and most gifted republicans catered to or helped lead the general public who had so many problems there was an endless supply and stream of problems.

    We wanted more than one ruler so that we could share power and respond to more people than just an infinite King or Queen could do now.

    An Republic was an act of sharing power.

    The most mythical and bacterial of the Ocean as an metaphor for sex.

    And this was why it was the greatest picture right in front of their face.

    It was so big and murky and we didn't really know an lot about these people who were fish.

    Sure, some of them put on funky costumes and hang out around an coral reef area presumed-ly to hang out with you.

    But not all of them can or want to live there, especially where there is pollution.

    If we could share knowledge with the Ocean, what would it say right now?

    (Presuming it could say anything).

    Republicanism was about Democratic Capitalism.

    (Or something other just as bizarre).

    As though it was intelligent and there were intelligent objects in it.

    Wait an minute, huh‽  Intelligent objects.  Just kinda like I was looking at myself.

    Wait an minute, that's an picture of human sexuality right now: the present contents and the effervescent blue-green of all its depths.  Just an big, wet mess, the ocean.  Always happening to us; just like the ocean, full of life.  Without necessarily being aware of all of what it was doing.  Like there was room to slide around in.  And it's just an big pool of sanitary salt water, just like our tears.  Only these fins will not mop them up.  And they just stay there, indefinitely and controversially.  The whole human world an ocean in itself.  There were all kinds of capitalistically adapted new projects who were like their own kind of species propagating in the ocean, the Animal Spirits of the Capitalist Economy.  And there were people who had projects and pilot vehicles, who could visualize themselves moving carefully, politically, directly through political and scientific aims.  And it was the saddest moment at yet the happiest hour.

    We had it.

    The birth of humanity in politics into the universe.  It was beautiful.

    The land had merged with the sea.

    We had realized the importance of the Ocean to our livelihood as an species.

    And we did not want to tempt nature.

    Rigorous, suicidal thing yet may it be.

    We have our own ocean and tribunals of Republican interest.

    It was all part of the story, remember?

    You would be sitting somewhere happy, near the Equator, outside from under an veranda in direct sun.  And you would be comfortable and soothed.  Having been reading an republican's agenda.  When you finally happen over the thought: did you think I could be anywhere if I was you?

    Was I good enough to be an republican?

    And this is where the damage and security of person issues come in:

    was it damaging somehow to say that one is only fully educated once one has become an republican?

    Like it was an shock to their system; an attack against them.

    You were not good enough until you learned how to be an republican.

    But that we had the time to self-reflect over this and consider it fairly.

    There were, indisputably other ways in which one could be educated.  And they all had economic value for the forthcoming-ness of the passion of humanity.

    Republicanism didn't need to win out as right over anybody all of the time, after all.  If we were properly sharing power.  But was it inevitable an triumph in point that we would come back to?  Once one has realized their republican-ism; it isn't such an major sort of fact anymore that you yourself possess the powers of the republic.  And you can in fact take your knowledge with you everywhere you go.  You're not just you.  You're telepathically connected to everyone else's poly-psychologies and you know of and are aware of those systems.  But to what extent?

    But isn't Republicanism just the basic recognition of the fact that since you are everywhere you go, the republic is everywhere you go, and so other people are everywhere with you too.  You have an Gestaltist type of knowledge over how they manage their character; and you know the versions which are dearest to their hearts.  Knowing something in an republic means knowing something that everybody knows.  And it is okay to set the bounds of conversation within its limit and so produce language that explains what the republic knows about an certain problem and its effects.  It's just the old what is your problem? and here is our answer for it.  Over and over again.  That's what good Republicanism does.  It finds out its citizens problems and answers them.  Over and over again until they stop and go home, and think about it or find an way to correct it  The republic really does know what it's talking about these days.  And it's all because of people, ages ago, accepting the fact that there is an basic responsibility to the world.  An community in which we all live.  Which is close to the Ocean.  Close to the hooka-mookah.  An private, residually ecstatically loud masterpiece of land and sea, and all of the creatures in it which God had created to resemble humans.  However having fins, they were instantly notorious and nobody believed them.

    Republicans did, didn't they?

    They got the message.

    You could just go expecting any sort of fish not to pull that trick on you anymore.  And you had to respect all derivations of personality which exist within the Ocean Kingdom.  Even though they were fish.

    And you couldn't put it past any one of them not to say that you were discriminating against one of them for some reason.  They had rights.  They had fashion design; why couldn't they have rights‽

    And I was tired of being annoyed by the people who aren't republicans.

    The people who think knowledge cannot be pervasive and exist everywhere.

    Even when there is an child involved.

    Why couldn't we have an simple republic, with top-performers on top, helping bottom-performers who needed help in the form of some information about this and that.  And people who would not stop professing the inherent fact of an moral community being one in which all of the known powers of the republic and its knowledge will be employed to help you solve your interesting problem or dilemma, which we will identify for you.  Oh, I guess it can't be perfect but at least I'm going to try.

    And the Republic would ask (maybe in Theatre), 

    what is your problem, society?

    And there would be many loud and ceremonious voices of people who were ethical enough to know not to be ashamed in public about their problems and what they know.  And the Republic would answer each one of them discreetly and separately.  Until all of the problems people had questions about were answered for.

    Returning to the ten globality model-performer characters I had intended to draw, were there really three types of people who were like the Republican's Officer of the Law; an known Politician?  Versus his or her antagonist, who was stereotypically male and lived outside the common bonds of modern society.  Someone who thought Republicans were doing it wrong because they thought they were doing it right by showing people what Satan is; when it is really people showing more of what they themselves are like.  And they themselves are the evil villainous sect because they try to perform being Satan but get caught in his magic and mojo; and end up making fools of themselves rather than fools of Satan.  When it was really not the Republicans who were guilty of doing this because they had the knowledge of how not and had already been thinking of this.  The Republicans were not performing themselves as Satan: an process as we may know by the term personification.  But they were pointing out the fact that there were people who were going about performing themselves as Satan.  Even though this was not an order I shared with them to do.  Nor did I want it to continue to be an order that they would follow in their society.  People wouldn't be forced to act like Satan anymore.

    The moral lesson was that they couldn't.

    And it was high time to get over that fact.

    Satan was an bad-ass bitch.  You couldn't just take one simple human to start acting like him in order to make up the story about how I was doing you an favour when really I was not by acting like Satan (whom was only in fact my own human-monkey interpretation of what Satan really is).

    And that since the Republican could point out the difference between what the warlords claimed was happening versus what was really happening, it was now apparent to many that the Republicans would win this fight and the warlords would be forced to try over the Republican philosophy and logic, as though they could ever be fast enough to comprehend so much when they didn't try and practice it every day.  The warlords and the prophets had been shown to be incorrect about that paradigm of public society; and more and more people were now becoming aware that it was true.  These antagonistic people had got it wrong that Republicans were evil ambassadors possibly from outer space and from where and which we could have no knowledge of!

    But Republicans would answer, I am the where and which all knowledge will come from.  And that is my duty as an republican.  Even if you have an problem you need to fix.

    This is the kindness and efficacy of these people.

    Their knowledge is your knowledge, everywhere you go.

    You can't necessarily escape the place.

    And that is where we are, as humans, historically.

    The republic even instinctively knows of these answers and how to respond in an crisis.

    Drawing from all of the knowledge of the collective will of the republic inside of me,

    I can show you I am an type of animator who will narrate the possibility of an problem happening in order to write an way out of how to correct it.

    It is just common and known obstacles in space-time, like an asteroid field.  Expected.  Estimable.  Not much of an problem.

    I show you something that's wrong with society in order to find out an way about how to correct it.

    And maybe what that I've shown you is wrong with society now is that some people still believe and narrate in Satan, as though the fervent deity wasn't himself good in any way.  And it kills people, emotionally.  Because they are so annoying and repetitive and nobody cares about what Satan made you do when you act like this.  And we want to have an better life and see an better life than this, to have named an Angel an Demon and become such an mockery on the name of the human species.  Thinking Man.  An creature who thinks itself an devil in order to be cool with the people who think the devil is bad.  Even though they themselves are the experience-r and victim of False Consciousness.  The presence of belief in what isn't there.  They think Satan is real, because people have told them Satan was real, but they only believe that Satan is real because the people having told them Satan was real was in fact the process of their own abuse against you.  And so people are forced to repeat the suppressing behavior by actually being traumatized and damaged by that abuse which came form in the name of believing there was an bad angel.  Who humanity should fear.  And whom would make them do all kinds of things they wouldn't do.

    And so I have three characters worked out for my world stage performance, finally.

    The first is the integrity of the state; Republicanism and Good Officer-ial Career in the full pure knowledge of one's Good and not one's Evil.  The second is everything that would stand against that.  And the third is neither one because they always have to stand half-way with everything.  There can be good officers of the law; but there can also be bad ones.  In other countries.  The people who suffer from false consciousness are in fact themselves wrong about who is acting like Satan and why.  They think good Republicans try to act like Satan the Devil.  When they know better to appease him more by acting like humans; people who were not out to be bad versions of themselves all of the time.  Or to make an false impression of the prophet of good and evil.

    This is someone who isn't an Republican but isn't necessarily idolizing people who interpret, analyze, read, and quantify Satan by performing its genius in their pure hearts either.

    You know, friends.

    People who don't give an eff about how you've been acting like the Devil lately.  But aren't necessarily all into all of the crime and crime wars of the cities from which the real knowledgeable people come from.  It was fine, really, for this character to know and be aware of the Republican as an actor, as an character.  And he or she didn't necessarily need to conform to the opinions of the falsely conscious, who believed and were paranoid enough to know that bad people run the world.  And it will always be this way.  And but that there is no republic.  Or, at least, I have never seen of one!  And it doesn't follow me into my dreams at all because there is no way people could know that much about one another.  Even after scientifically experimenting with it!

    You know, so, logically if there were these three characters, and then there was an fourth character who was nothing like anybody who had ever come before.

    So—An Rightful Officer of the Law (Protagonist), An Unruly General (Antagonist), then the third person who was always sitting on the fence about it.  And then maybe an fourth character can come in handy: someone to spot everyone else to show the audience of the characterization of what was happening.  There was now someone who was not an officer, not an unruly general, not neither of them, and not not neither of them but only restricted to one.

    The fourth person then, was both protagonist and antagonist sometimes.  Cool ability, huh‽

    Not not neither.

    Who was both of them.

    Talk about conflicted, eh‽

    I now have to impress these three types of people who believe in the Republic and not or maybe either (or maybe neither); and then there was an fourth type of character on land who could simultaneously inhabit both occupations of being all totally for the Republic or totally against it, you know, whatever suits you through your global life as an responsible agent on an scarcity map or grid.  Was this person experiencing known discomfort or cognitive dissonance from believing both in an Republic tactic and an anarchists rule all at one time‽

    Or was this person experiencing an kind of mood change disorder—where he or she would at once first experience feelings of Republicanism followed by certain resentment of them—and finding that one neither favoured one over the other, or both, as it were.  She could be an infinite mood republican that also experienced feelings of viral disorder and pessimism about the subject, as though she had been introduced to such stimulus early on early age; and had been so affected by it as to experience it as an type of deepest and darkest sorrow.  Which one could not save face from.  The conclusion that I myself was disordered because of what had happened to me in society.

    It was the Republicans fault!

    But no.  I was monitoring that feeling.  It was only there because I myself have been traumatized by abuse so as not to be able to be aware of or feel its source anymore.  

    And now I couldn't decide between Republicanism and its opposite, the non-conformist: identity cult theory.  People who don't believe they are part of an collective knowledge system.  Who think the world is owned by thieves who will steal their babies and eat their young.  And so they need to become terrorists by stocking up on their inventory of weapons.  But if I (this fourth person) was there, I would be able to practice both Republicanism and something else, of an entirely different nature at the same time.  Wouldn't I?

    If Republicanism is like an contract that you have with yourself, that you can have your collective knowledge wherever you go, then wasn't it like an contract not to have that with yourself also?

    And if one couldn't necessarily decide which one one liked better, like the third person; it may be economical and charitable to be both of them or neither of them at once.

    (Supposing of course, that such an thing could exist).  An figure of an fifth character appears out of the darkness, accusing this fourth person of having created it: an unsolveable riddle.  An republican who doesn't know what an republican is.  And in fact this fourth person is experiencing the effects of an false belief in their own right; that one can be either an Republicanism or not or both at the same time.  Probably impossible, from my most wretched opponent's point of view.

    And then that sixth would be what the fifth will point to to dare you to understand him or her.

    An sixth presence, who was willing to represent that point of view in which there would be an reason (or an possibility) of one person being both or neither at one time.

    This has the making of real drama, I can already tell.  For this fifth clever person appears to me to be an Fantasy Forest-making Super Hero.  Someone who presents himself as fantasy in the name of fantasy, and yet uses his character and status to entice this fourth medical quandary of an person to question whether it is possible to be both an Republican and not an Republican in the same body.

    There of course needs to be an seventh character, who will explain everything and wear the glasses of the acumen of the analyst in this situation.  There might be an medical or anatomy reason why it isn't possible to be both Republican and not republican in one body.

    The non-republicans will of course accuse the Republicans of pervading the sense that they need to change something that was essential about the human in order to have an psychological and poly-psychological regime.  And Republicanism in fact was itself the damaging process which had created enemies out of the people who believed shared knowledge was an enemy and dangerous.  But it would be argued out, perhaps by the seventh and eighth characters together.  From either of the two perspectives that there was something wrong with trying to be an republican and some other type of mammal at the same time versus the facticity and feasibility that there are other species of mammal to be admired for their various qualities human evolutionary biology may want to branch us toward or change the course of our evolution in.

    —So the Stakes were Impossibly High—

    Were we an species whom recognized an republicans aspect to our narrative?

    Were we an species who believed in an Republican sect who guarded our Narrative about the Importance and Quality of our Knowledge?

    Weren't we aware that there are people out there who connect innermost with the knowledge available to the Internet generation? and parade it out in Public like we were all sophisticated creatures belonging to the republican sect.  People who believe that the people who make up the republic have their own category of identity and behavior, which is different from the normal and general society, which does not have the same knowledge and powers as an whole Republic.  As people who want you to recognize them as Republicans and want you to have all of the most important knowledge that will empower you?

    Maybe there was an argument why we were Republicans as an species.  Maybe there was an argument why we weren't.  Didn't you want to hear both‽

    If you do, doesn't that prove you have the Republican instinct?

    But there had to be two more characters, to keep it realistically; one to guard over the dimension in which Republicans would primarily win out their argument that we were an species of republicans.  And one more to guard over the dimension in which they wouldn't win that argument at all.  And these last two characters (number nine and number ten) keep everything casual and in perspective so that we can see who is and isn't winning out their argument.  They epitomize the ability to keep it real and keep it calm even though there are huge canons firing at one another and everyone's an pirate; keeping it real in the midst of its chaotic action.  Even though it was never made known or absolutely clear to the reader whether they favored between them the one argument over and against the other one.  These were actualizing characters: people who put everything into perspective.  That hey, what does it really matter which one won the battle?  Wasn't it more about which one won the war‽

    What was the Republican stakes?

    Could we self-reflect as an species of knowledge in which the travel of that knowledge is only limited to our ability?  An knowledge-based civic core which was used in part to supply "people with problems" an necessary answer for their circumstances?

    Or were we something less than that or other?  Not necessarily possessing the ability to share knowledge with each other in every situation.

    Could it be that most of us were not within the divine order of knowledge as it exists in idealist society?  And humans really are an darkling species that doesn't know how to move forward?

    I doubt it because I am writing this right now.

    I've shown you why we were stuck in History; there was, as someone said, an Satan.  And he had human behavior.  It was an Insult to his Angelic Qualities.

    And the hardest thing to accept about us was that we had been around for some thousands of years without having moved society as an whole forward yet; even though we were really stuck on that question of what Satan is and why it has order in the known universe.  Entire species throughout the universe had come and gone without being able to solve its riddle.

    And I had to be the person who was supposed "to move everyone forward."  As if that was easy to accomplish.

    We had only been an order as an human species above the fact of its own individuality;

    not thinking or questioning angels as much as just surviving out there.

    We had only advanced to being the third type of sentient being: we were now aware of the zero.  The possibility of 1, and two; the bless-ed sequence.  Opening to us like this.  Like we belonged there, in an world with an possibility of two, and one, and zero.

    And we were ready to pursue endlessly and relentlessly the advancement of our species and our civilization.

    We didn't have to stop at being the second type of sentient species, either.

    We could keep going.

    We could keep advancing ourselves, on and on throughout the galaxy throughout the millennia throughout all of the many years.

    Wasn't it an Republican type of species that could do this?

    Finally figure itself out from one from two?

    Why was it so hard to just change into that type of person‽  Was changing into an republican about rewriting something about your soul that you could not claim back indefinitely once you had wrought it there?

    Was the process of becoming an Republican an abusive or traumatizing process‽

    Wasn't it just unnatural on the tabula rasa we are born with?

    Why did an person have to become an Republican, as though they were not already one?

    Wasn't it within the genus of life of an human baby to have already the parts and components installed needed for its journey toward reflecting on and becoming or rejecting Republicanism?  Or was humanity still an society that needed to be enlightened as an characteristic of our species.  We didn't want to be knowledgeable.  We wanted to be enlightened.

    Didn't everybody deserve the chance to become enlightened themselves?

    You know, so there is an little place by the Ocean where you can sun yourself.

    Where you see the ocean itself is an picture of you and all of humanity.

    Where you are beside, maybe, your partner; deliriously happy together.

    And yet there are starving children.  And yet Russia is no longer an state; but an terrorist organization.

    And we can be happy here together forever.

    Under the sun with next to nothing on.

    And that's the true Justice about our world; our people.  And how they have earned Justice.

    They deserve that.  To be happy and in their own private home.

    Because they are Republicans.  And they did as much as they could to resolve everyone's problems.

    Using the full force and psychology of the Republic; including all of its knowledge.

    And that was where we really are right now, except according to different stories.

    I wanted to hear all of them.

    If I knew what the Republic knew; and in fact at this moment I could summon an type of answer to my problems.  What would their answers be?  Wouldn't they say, well there is in fact something you can do.  And that will involve something that I can do.  As an Republican, I have an duty to provide you with the best and most up-to-date information about what the republic knows about your specific situation and what other people have done about it.  I am morally bound to provide you with the best information.  And so if there is nobody who knows what it is or what you can do about, I am duty bound to create that information for you, and so there can be an answer to whatever problem you come up with.