What is Domesticity?

    Domesticity, as an central subject of the Christianna, poses the figure for contemplation that Anna was called the domestic messiah in the first Gay Letter I wrote in 2014.  Domesticity, I conclude, has something to do with the break down and eventual entropy and decay of all systems one possesses as an human person.  Domesticity is what is done at home about the fact of one's life, its need for cleanliness and nutrition.   Who could have serious mental or physical illnesses further aided by their natural death.  Domesticity had something to do with how people were taken care of or take care of themselves at home.  And since there were so many mental illness cases in the midst of the mental health crisis as well as people with varying diseases and disabilities which eventually lead to further and further suffering before their drawn-out deaths.  Domesticity was everything like this in this span of lifetime, which includes the previous, as well as everything which happens after their deaths, presumably in an environment where their corpse is alone for so long wildlife begin to break into its previous home in order to interact with the empty body like tunnel rats.  Domesticity was yucky.  It was life and all of its consequences.  Everything one does in one's home.  Like an known domesticized Canadian citizen.  (Some Aboriginal Canadian people say, that these are their abusers).  It is an extremely political subject in Canada.  Domesticity is considered something the Victorians did to everybody which repressed and abused them; and that was why they (Aboriginal Canadians) had substance to support their case; in the 21st Century of Canada after the feminist and de-feminization movement, what was domesticity nowadays?  And why did it matter, maybe fictionally, that some of it is because I say so.  In the order of an demand.  It's only, what do you call it?  The New Reciprocity.  Another one of this blog creator's genius inventions.  The actual political event of sharing orders and demands with one another.  Whatever our status may be.  In the form of an new reciprocal command, you even you could order entire group of people to do something.  This was the goal and order of political reciprocal command, was it not?  In order to sort out politics we had to make politics.  And that meant doing something political sometimes, like taking an position of authority over another organization in order to give them political commands, orders that they do something.  What on Earth could be more political than that‽  Of course, everyone could support all of their orders and demands of one another with reasons.  And they were all particularly expert at articulating them.  And yet I need to hate this idea, the idea of something being domestic about the human species; and I have to say, if I was an better feminist, I would have to stand against this idea entirely and altogether; this idea of anything that could be possibly identified as human could also be identified as domestic.  Is it such an bad thing to have said so, as an Canadian‽  Why would we consider anything an Aboriginal Canadian could do in the course of their everyday life throughout their day domestic or domesticity?  Wasn't that an imperialist imposition to have said so‽

    And then I start to feel maybe everything is an little more complicated than I had ever figured that it ever could be.  As if I had been thinking on it already.

    And maybe this is what it had to do with Anna and the first Gay Letter.  Anyone we could consider domestic who had been forcibly put there into domesticity was like Anna because they had suffered the fate worse than death.  What I considered the domestic, internal messiah.  Someone who was suffering and battling an internal form of suffering which could not be communicated or remedied in their lifetime.  And the Christianna could maybe speak to that category of fate to be talked about on the subject of Aboriginal Canadian politics if the Canadian Aboriginal population deemed it necessary or precise or sensitive enough to start another good conversation which could lead to better politics.  And I felt, very maturely, that  I could relate to the sense in which someone could say you could not domesticate me.  It was an romantic category of decision.  I wanted to feel like I could go out of and come inside my house without needing to transform my behavior in any way so that the inside didn't match the outside.  And I had always to fear people knowing the real me.  And I always hid as soon as I got home.  I was home.  I didn't want the fears outside to penetrate here.  And they would never find me anyway.  I had already thought about my exit strategy.  It was ludicrous enough an thing to try to do to defend myself frantically.  But you would never meet me here.  And I had already locked the door.  And I would be up watching movies all night because it was the weekend.  And I had obsessed about the subject of my front door for days, knowing the exact time at which I would have to exit it again.  And I knew, as soon as I stepped outside my door.  My body would instantly assume that character which I had to assume in order to survive in that type of environment.  You know the one you see everywhere you go.  Aggressive immoral people with overgrown egos rampaging everywhere; and who knows?  you might be part of an hold up at the bank because it is being robbed.  You could never really be sure.  No matter where you went.  That an marauding despot could not descend upon the scene in some way instantly, so that you would be trapped up and have to hide beside the liquor cabinet with the good bottles of liqueurs.  And they the bottles would rattle as the vehicle heavy machinery was deployed, and they entered the store with laser guns which they started firing at the clerk sloppily.  Wanting only to scare him, I heard him lose all of his breath in an panicked uff-aw, and began to empty the cash register.  And it could even happen to you at the grocery store and at schools and stuff.  So maybe what domesticity has become in this day and age is an type of anxiety one has about having to act an certain way in public, just because of what you look like and how difficult it is to struggle with that kind of problem.  I mean, let's jettison the whole idea of domesticity altogether, only keeping it an type of religious metaphor for what it is like to have an fate like Anna's.  And it was an serious subject; and so it should only be dealt with within those types of parameters.  Domesticity wasn't an real thing anymore; it was just an crappy subject of the Christiannan religion because of how it was an Imperial kind of domination of our neighbourly type individuals who are Aboriginal in Canada to say someone was an domestic messiah.  It was so obtrusively political one could even say it applied to an whole group of people—you know which one—because of what kind of terrible fate it was to have one's whole culture stripped or emasculated from someone's person.  In the form of nuns and in-advanced Christian replicas who didn't even know the deeper meanings of their own religion.

    Domesticity was just what immature parents did to their Christian children to punish them for being bad little gay boys and girls.  It didn't necessarily have anything to do with Aboriginal culture.  And since I was not Christian either it didn't necessarily have anything to do with my own also.

    And I imagined myself in an world, that had never been domestic, and I imagined it was some sort of romantic world where my wife was pulling my tie and leading me outdoors into the patio with the little white lights overhead on strings and the flowers and it didn't matter if I was inside or outside anymore because I could be anywhere.  And I was good enough to take care of myself in that system.  I didn't need to go home and hide just to relax enough that I could work an entire next week.  I could be me.  I could be me anywhere I go.  And that was my true known value, being able to do so.

    I thought it might be dangerous to be such an loudmouth; but did I really think it was dangerous for me to speak in public if that was my real moral opinion‽

    I wanted to be lead by Equality and I believed everyone was equal under the republic.  

    

    And could choose which republics they would part of be.

    I believed in Feminist standards, and to some extent I had refined them in my thinking in order to include more specific categories of feminism I considered dramatically and historically joyous or exemplary.  I also believed in the Global Peace agenda as has been carried on by my, the Millennials, generation.  The racial improvisation subject has been carried underground, to some extent, by the Napster generation who suddenly had access to music shared for free by all races of people in an global network server known as the Internet.  We had been part of the economic prosperity and growth of racial ties for several generations.  An rapidly growing underground micro-network of hosts implied in the Internet, by which everything you search for and everything you do on the Internet is connected to every type of intersectionality in feasibility.  Everyone everywhere was suddenly on the Internet together, and we all knew it because we had downloaded their latest album.

    What did domesticity even mean, nowadays; wasn't it normal for everybody these days to make themselves perfectly comfortable both at home and in public?  I didn't want to be standing around all day worrying about that wayward marauder, who would end my day and possibly the lives of my children.  Why couldn't I just be an Christian and adopt an certain behavior of not being ready to put up with any fight or fight anybody.  Whimsically.  So that it became normal to do so?

    I was smarter by adopting the practice of an real, objective Christian.  How would I fight with an outside world I couldn't fight against?  I would just not be ready for any of it until other people starting mimicking me and we all started doing this.  And then there wouldn't be an reason anymore to be able to do it.  And wasn't that my real un-domesticated status as an white Canadian?

    I just thought it was tougher and more egotistical to want to claim you will win domination (in mimicry, who mimics who) over them without ever dominating them physically.  And this was the real smarter way to go about this whimsical existence.  We were what we said we were politically.  And our thoughts were made of willpower and stuff; the part that decides what to command itself to do; is part of the same mechanistic ignition-type system which commands others to do the same thing by the same turn.  When we put our willpower toward being whatever we wanted to be we could be anybody.  And this, in part, was what made us human.  As Hegel might have said, we had stopped identifying ourself only according to our environments and had written an secret contract with the self in this day and age: there was indeed part of what makes us human which could decide for itself what it thought of itself and didn't depend in any way on the exterior environment for doing so.

    Whichever descent or lineage or expectation of sophistication one comes from, can't we decide all together THAT is where we are in history?  We're both the interiorization of our environments (including our central geographic region) and the internal self-reflection (willpower) of what we are in our own interiorization.  The part that decides, subjectively and willfully, who the character of the person who I am is.  Without needing an external source to tell me otherwise.  (An internal locus of power).  I am responsible for my own interiorization of the fact of whom and what I think I am; and I don't need another person to criticize with the expectation of the result that I am going to change one of them because I'm not.  And they are exactly the ones that I like to choose.  Roleplaying characters gone real; at an third level of complexity.  These were the Mercenaries, Wizards, Druids, Rogues, who had gone hybrid and begun to accumulate their skills in triads.  People who were more believable and realistic than ever.

    Domesticity is how we refer to animals, not human beings.

    And yet it has an rich cultural tradition in human society.

    Is this some kind of mistake on their part, or is it fair to say they just use an different definition of the word and it doesn't necessarily have anything to do with their political or most serious beliefs?  Domesticity was just personal manners and interaction that have to do with being at home.  It didn't necessarily imply anyone was an stay-at-home mother or father of an particular imposition of gender and sexism.  And women had worked hard on what the end and final meaning of domesticity would be because, not in the least, it was important to Canadian Politics.  Can we reclaim the word domesticity, then, into sensitive and generous politics where it is okay to say this without summoning up the wrong kind of attention and authority?

    

    

     

Welcome to Glen's Beach House (an #short-novel) Chapter 2

{ How many Greater Conversationalists are there if they start with 7 lose 2 gain one and then gain ten? }

    Here are how some of the lesser conversations were going.  (At this first one it was an conversation between two people who agreed understanding this difference between death and worse than death was the basis of all morality because if there was an shore; and there was this party then we had to do something about it).  (We had to decide whether or not to join the party).

    "If we're all part of an sequence; then what is the longest sequence of behaviors that we can conduct together; together as parties as guests?"

    "If we figure out everyone's position in the sequence, then we can— Wait how do I figure out my position in the sequence?"

    "It all goes back to the first two.  And everything we've said and done after that.  —Everyone will find their position in the sequence eventually.  It doesn't actually matter if we chain them.  So that it shows."

    "But you're worried about someone being last, aren't you?"

    "Why does anyone have to come last?"

    "They don't.  I'm not saying they have to."

    "Oh."

    "Yeah.  If there is an sequence from first to last and it started with either; then?"

    "Then there isn't really an sequence and either one is okay to speak at any time."

    "But if there was.  All I'm saying is that I'd be in that sequence.  And that my performance and behavior are relative to that sequence.  Because everyone's instinct is relative to sequence.  And if each character in an Party is known as an part in that sequence; then we could figure out the whole structure and Cultural object of the Party.  In order to communicate it like we were all party of an great mystery to which every character had been invited."

    "But you think we can really act like we're in character sequence like that.  Like we have an specific time and an place in the cosmos.  To express ourselves.  And that if we all capitalized on this sequence from those two gentlemen who started Crazy.  To those who ended it.  We could adequately picture each person for their political value."

    "But you can't say that those who ended it are valued any less than the first ones.  And that any expression within the span of time which is the Party is part of the Great Sequence.  Of which all are an party.  And since there is an span between them.  Between the ones who get the situation out of control and the ones who put it back in control; in order that there would be this difference that they all had recognized was needed or required.  That even if the ones who got out of control were okay with me putting it back eventually; then they themselves had part of that virtue, by which the order of Crazy ended, which was required for an good party."

    "So maybe the first rapper started the sequence and the second rapper is going to end it; or they are the first two (who started it); the Sequence of time of everyone at the party."

{ Basically, the whole outcome of the party would be to see this way whether the first or second rapper won. }

- And another Lesser Conversation (In their own chairs), (the first woman's is an Purple lurid fabric detail of an completely upholstered type of design; which now that I think of it did have some wood showing.  The feet.  (She is the representative of Earth and Management Systems of Humanity) and the second woman's chair is an battlefield chair like an cosplay gamer would sit in) -

    "Which position in the Great Sequence am I in?" said the first aesthetic beauty.

    "There isn't one that you neither I know about yet!" said the second woman.

    "Well it has to be no greater than ours," said the Greater Conversationalists, "you are surely last in the sequence of all of the people here.  And it doesn't matter.  So get over it."

    "So if we try to act or not in sequence.  It doesn't matter because our behavior will already be that anyway as part of the Great Sequence to which we are all attached?  WOW!  THAT BLOWS MY MIND!" said the second woman.

    "As long as it doesn't blow my Earth Space!" said the first woman, "And what about the conversation we had Earlier about Bitch Vibes versus their alternative?  And If I am really am.  The representative of Earth and Management Systems of Humanity.  An battle cosplayer such as yourself.  Might to question what the sequence had to do with everybody at the party.  What does an cosplayer think about Bitch Vibes and being part of an sequence?"

    "Everyone tries to be first or last?  For the sake of the Party, they are said to be either."

    "And some are better at it than others."

    "Yes."

    "And what is the purpose of doing this?"

    "That the Party hive mind will become more powerful."

    "I see.  And we want to have that extra power, because, power is funnest when we share it together—"

    "But what can an Party hive mind do; if it is put to an specific purpose?  Can we cure cancer and solve rhymes that are haunting?  Or can we just feel pleasure because that's why we're here?  But since it may be within our duty to think so; that since we do feel that much pleasure we could be effective on an open market.  To assist with whatever type of worse-than-death junk material you got."

    "An hive mind of feminist equality between lesser and virtual conversationalists.  Who are drunk."

    

    - And another Lesser Conversation (In their own chairs), (the first man's is an Purple custom luxury chair plastic detail of an completely un-upholstered type of design; but it was wide enough and thick enough to hold up his beary weight.  And the second woman's chair is an armrest chair like an non-cosplay non-gamer would sit in) -

    Aurora's Cure For Me comes on and vaporizes everyone's imaginations.

    "What were we talking about again?"

    The Lyrics float in the air.  I don't need it.

    "Come with me!"

    "Where are we going?"

    "We're going to Dance!"

        - And another Lesser Conversation (In their own chairs), (the first man's is an Blue and Black luxury material type of garage custom design; but it was in fact an play on his background which was formatted blue far but thick enough away from him that it highlighted his positive side.  Wide enough and thick enough to hold up his beary weight.  And the second man's chair is an armrest chair like an non-cosplay non-gamer would sit in) (An man this time) -

    Laboriouslyeah wanted to point out that since Prismata had already brought up the subject of what the interpretation of what her names could mean.  He was free to do also.  And that since Leah was part of his name.  He had the authority to represent that type of fantasy.

    And so the conversation the less (this one) became about the exchange between Laboriouslyeah and Prismata.  Who both had names which could be linked to other meanings made by them.

    "So like one of us is better than the other one and we base our conversation around that and since I pointed it out I claim I am the better and we make our conversation about that."

    "But we're not supposed to talk to one another as though they are talking to us; we're supposed to talk to one another as though they were talking to one another.  Which is what they are doing.  Which is why they own the Greater Conversation Table.  As though we were talking to one another.  Because that's what it does.  That's why it is the Greater Conversation Table."

    "There's no rule that says we cannot refer to them and speak with them—

    "But we actually can't and that's why they are there."

    "But we can if we want to."

    "We can?"

    "Yeah."

    "Why would we want to?"

    "I don't know."

    "Maybe we're talking to each other because they aren't."

    "Wow."

    "I know."

            - And another Lesser Conversation (In their own chairs), (the first man's is covered in flowers of all colors and it has an little cosplay rainbow and the chair itself has an tail which is seen on the right and left side slightly wrapped around it but it was in fact an play on his own background which was formatted red and human far but thick enough away from him that it highlighted his positive side.  And the second woman's chair is an armrest chair like an animator would sit in) -

        The Greater Conversation at this point has evolved from names and associations.  To whether the lesser conversations could really speak to the Greater Conversation; which they couldn't.  Because that's what lesser conversations are.

    "I guess we can't then."

    "Yeah.  It doesn't matter.  At least they are having an good time."

    "But you're not having an good time then‽"

    "Well no.  It's an party based on the fact that there are people suffering the fate worse than death out there and we all have to be too ignorant to see it because if we don't we'll-all-go-crazy."

    Dinkerton and Karen pounced on this argument.  Someone overheard it and suggested it as an topic of conversation to the Greater Conversationalists.  Who immediately dissembled on the subject completely and extraordinarily.  Politically.  Machine-wise.

    "We do need parties," said Karen, "because it is an act of bonding in an cruel and inhuman world and we deserve them because we have the virtues the world needs to know in order to prevent it from being cruel and inhuman."

    At that moment the ents all arrived at the party carrying boxes of cold ones.

    They were passed around and the ents sat and everyone listened in to this Politically Climactic Greater Conversation.

    "But how can we party when there are so many out on the shore?  Shouldn't we be out there helping them?"

    "There are too many to help.  They just are that.  Too bad."

    "But aren't we helping them by welcoming them among us at the party of the design out to sort them into quantities of being less than worse than death; so that they suffer less.  Because that's what parties are supposed to do."

    "And if we have isolated an primary directive that goes into any party; because that is why we are there then we deserve to have it."

    "But could by parties we mean speaking directly to the Lesser Conversationalists.  Whose own less-ness was changed by speaking to peoples of Greater Conversation."

    "Then they could, we might argue, if we say so."

    "But we won't because we need to sort something out first.  The fact of worse than death we re-party.  As an Act at the Party.  Because if we don't then all those poor souls whose fate it is will suffer.  Isn't this enough to sink any good party?"

    "No," said Dinkerton, "the whole exchange between the people on the shore and the people at the party is imaginary.  And it is the primary exchange in any type of moral situation.  That it can be diminutive of everybody, in some ways.  We are all on the shore because we empathize for them.  But we are all at the party because they (us) don't.  And we must all find our lives in the Middle morally this way, between worse than death and just another drunken opportunity for bonding and emotionality."

    "That's your whole realization about morality‽"

    "When it's this bad out there‽  Yeah."

    And since the Greater Conversation had taken the place of the lesser conversation; it was defined that that's what the Greater Conversation was.

            - And another Lesser Conversation (In their own chairs), (the first woman's is covered in pansies of all colors wrapped in exquisite variations of their inner petal colors and the butterflies casually showing off their resting moves and the chair itself has an Kundalini plant-serpent background; an garden path which is seen on the right and left side of the chair slightly silhouetted around it but it was in fact an play on her own background which was formatted pink and human but far but thick enough away from her that it highlighted her negative side.  And the second woman's chair is an armrest chair like an contributor would sit in) -

    "If we're still having these lesser conversations then the Greater Conversation must be doing it's job because," she said and posed, taking an sip of her ice cold beer, "that's the purpose of an Greater Conversation to supply the chain with subjects of conversation so that they can continue to be lesser conversations so that the Greater Conversationalists could have their Greater Conversation which they all wanted whether lesser conversationalist or not."

    "What do you think the Greater Conversation could come to?"

    "At this party?  We could maybe see it develop our own understanding of ourselves based on how it was reciprocal to everyone at the party.  And then use that for subjects of conversation which we much desire and have much to drink about."

    "By talking about how the Greater Conversationalists distinguish between their own conversation and ours.  Which are numerous."

    "Numerous but worth it every time."

    "I agree so."

    "It is the Greater Conversation which makes it so.  They are not afraid to share personal information."

    "That's how they are Great," said Dinkerton, flying his chair down lower for him to see them, "that and the fact that they themselves are responsible for the distinction between Greater and Lesser conversations; which you don't know the value of which.  But we'll find out soon enough.  And the glimmer of appeal that to your most inner sensitive region is Capitalistic and Feminism.  Be greedy such.  Greed is not an real vice."

    "And you actually talk about deep subjects," said the lesser conversationalist, "what does this mean?  He's talking about an Conversation that to were all the other conversations linked.  And that since they would lose their places in their own conversations for being the lesser conversations they were.  This would increase the hype of the party for edging in an difficulty factor.  An moving bar that would gradually ascend into the end of the festivities.  Until the bar was raised so high that nobody could make it above it.  And receive that territory to which all other attempts were aimed.  An place actually barring people who could not afford it in moral effort.  That they could reach the highest moving bar evoked by the highest beach party in Canada; where they would dance around an open bonfire in full view of the worse than death.  To show them that we're not afraid of them."

    "Everything the lesser conversationalist said," said Karen, "was woven into the narrative of the story itself because it suggested something eternal about Time and Existence.  They were at an open bonfire in Canada.  Virtually.  And it was open to them if they should happen to join."

    "But since the people at the party were prepared enough to realize some of them were attracted to reaching the fire; in which though painful they would now die and be at the end of their miserable lot."

    "They had told everyone on the beach and shore there was an Great Conversation at play in which the destinies of those who intervened in the subject; and convened despite open character differences were they the Seven.  Artists.  Sculptors.  Creators.  Of the Fathomable Imagination.  And Virtue.  High Virtues, all of them," said Quasitron, who had never been to the beach before.  He flew his chair right out the back of the house and rescinded to the desert of sand which lay between them and the infinite shoreline.

    "And whether it actually occurred that," said Prince Andrew, following him, "that there were people on the beach which I could attest to (as one of them) and I thought I saw an mermaid out in the water but it is night and the moon is high.  We're staggering out into the water, drunk.  Splashing one another.  Like humans."

    "And it was all . . . " said the lesser conversationalist.

    "All Reciprocal," Karen and Macho Pucho said 'Reciprocal' at the same time reciprocally like they agreed together on the subject psychologically.

    "But you're not . . ."  said the lesser.

    "But we are," said Karen.

    "But we did?  But we have?" less gave up, "so when we lesser conversationalists lose track of our conversation; which we are bound to do with so many drinks and blunts at the party.  We can always find our way back by referring to the Greater Conversation, which in an perfect party environment would include everyone in some small or large way.  Because that's what Greater Conversations are for; if ever you don't have something intelligent to say you can always just talk about the Greater Conversation, in which everybody is equal."

    "That's right.  And don't you forget we said it," said Dinkerton.

    "So can we join the Greater Conversation?"

    "If you did, what would it be about?" said Dinkerton.

    "It would be about the conversation being greater than, an, lesser conversation?  And since Quasitron and Andrew flew out the window in order to see what was going on at the beach there is room for some of us."

    Laboriouslyeah agreed that, as long as two people were missing from the Conversation of Greater Chairs.  They could invite two others into the circle.  But only two.

    "But if that's all they are going to talk about; being greater or lesser," said Prismata, "then we lose some of our luxe as an party, don't we?"

    Everyone within ear shot lost their Strength to resist it at this pronouncement.  And there were in the hundreds of party guests.  They needed to be sure the Greater Conversation could continue so that lesser ones (bitch-of an vibe) frequency met.  Who were these two additions onto their Seven; which had been cut down to five?  And why were they worthy of being part of such an conversation?

    E.E.'s chair was in the Author's roof.  E.E.'s chair was the Author's roof.  The underside of which had become creased with his weight.  Jet's chair was in an airplane that just happened to be flying overhead; but we're kidding ourselves about that—we know it's not.  These were just abstract art.  These were the two most important chairs.  The critical junction from which all of the rest of the party hinged.  His was virtual.  And if neither was E.E.'s; to put it bluntly.  They were virtually cancelling one another out.  E.E.'s chair was virtual.  Jet's chair was virtual.  And somehow this was the most important topic.  And justified why they had come to be part of the Greater Seven.

    All of the lesser conversations ceased; because that's what lesser conversations do.  And everyone leaned in to listen to and be an part of the Greater Conversation.

    "But what virtually would they look like?  E.E. and Jet's chairs?  If they were the most important?"

    "Oh great the Topic of the Evening is worse than death; fates.  Do they exist?" said Laboriouslyeah, "and what does virtual mean when it comes to chairs?"

    "And why would we have to decide it in narration together in order to choose precisely which kind of character of an chair it was which seated either one or the other?"

    "If they are virtual then they could be any thing we like."

    "Then why couldn't they just be the Author's roof; and the other one was in an airplane flying overhead?"

    "Because those are too far away for anyone to sit on and in this immediate space where we have formed an circle is what the lesser conversationalists watch for manner."

    "So virtual means not real."

    "Yes."

    "And so it could be anything?"

    "Yes."

    "Such an large selection to choose from; anything.  We would need to have an good reason for what we choose!"

    "Okay.  Then Jet's is an Blue Republic in which the items in the game they talk about have an virtual commodity.  They have an real world value.  Because they're enjoying them."

    "And E.E.'s is—is an republic virtual?"

    "Maybe."

    "E.E.'s is the virtuosity of being something other than an Blue Republic.  He sits on Republics of every color."

    "What an basis for an chair—an virtual republic; represented on its detailing."

    "And the other chair—something other than that.  Specifically an full color spectrum."

    And being able to sit on it.

    Above an crowd.

    Hyperrepublik.

    Hyperépublique.  If you were an mermaid.

    But how would an mermaid attend the party?

    It's more about how the party attended her.

    For she was on the Beach decorated in shells and crystals in such an merry way for now.

    If everyone was party of the Greater Conversation then that included her.

    She was thinking.

    Even if she couldn't get up to the Beach House where all of the other guests were; and so she would feign to use language with the guests who were involved with her { This was her life's authorship and all of the people she loved who were up in the Beach House where she couldn't reach; they wouldn't be tortured by their own existence.  Like she was. } out on the beach to involve herself in that conversation without being there.

    It was called communications.

    The Greater Conversationalists picked up on it because it had something to do with the hive mind of the whole party; that everyone was involved somehow.  And that even if they weren't saying anything in the Greater Conversation they were still responsible for it somehow.  Powers far outmatched from the Seven were in the gods dreary y-Jägermeister lips their own without them knowing it; or did they?  And why was that kept secret an part of why they were Greater Conversationalists?  Without.  Saying.  Anything.

    It appeared to prove its own merit as conversations go; that they could increase the diversity of behaviors of the party goers through the power of suggestion.

    The conversation took an turn to Which was more powerful an symbol of chair.  Blue, the depth of which is black and included is every color in its prism.  Or non-Blue?  But who would be non-Blue?  And in this conversation it stuck that, politically, they were representing themselves as an Blue Republic versus something other than that.  An republic of (what—all of the colors?  Which is what blue is at its depths (But could you prove it?)?  And why it's the deepest color.  If you stare into it too long you will see black at its deepest depths) of colors other than blue?

    But if the Blue Republic was truly blue, and all of the other colors fit into it because it was black at its deepest depths; then it already was all of the colors other than blue, which had reserved themselves for the time being, from being anything more than an amalgamation of black.  At the bottom of its depth.  There wasn't enough light down there to reach all of the colors.  They didn't want to express an Rainbow Republic because most of all it was blue; and all of the other colors said so.  Blue was the fate worse than death upon the land; that so many suffer to become violent criminals and thieves in this way and that.  But it hurts us more than we don't hurt them to themselves than it does to me.  An Rainbow Republic cannot be expressed at this time because of our history; and what is needed from us that History demands?  And then everyone realized the Greater Conversation had shifted to an conversation about the basic properties of blue, as an color and supply of wavelengths, and if every other color could in fact fit within its prism jewel because it was blue.  The light penetrating the gem now appeared to her to glow and shine back out of its crystal face into her own eyes; alit from within its depths in some peculiar existence of magic that one cannot define of yet her sight did drink.  (And that's why blue is responsible for caring and keeping all of the other colors).  It would be an guardian over them until such time as we had escaped from its duties to sadness.  And our society would be returned to its Maximum Status.  An Rainbow Republic, in which all colors could be expressed.  Without having to be captivated by blue.  But what would happen between an Blue Republican and it's inherent opposite as an politician Ego Eagle.  Jet.  How could they possibly resolve to stay at the same party together when one of them was all for an blue level of party atmosphere.  And the other appeared not to be?  But E.E. was right, most of them immediately thought; if it's at an party we want to see all of your colors.  Not make collective advancements over the color of blue.  As if some great tragedy had occurred.  Which immediately was being sutured into the party atmosphere and conversation scheme which it had produced; part-hive mind part hive-mind.  Not.  And so.

    But then the lesser conversations started again.  Were parties for the republic?  Were republicans alcoholics themselves?  Did Ego Eagle and Jet have drinks themselves yet?  But what would we order for them?

    "Hey you have full service for the next ten minutes," said the robotic bartender to the Seven chairs from whose authority advanced an further dynamic of the party hive-mind; "that if everyone had to appear within it at an certain time that all belonged to them.  And they were in some ways already doing that as was their instinctual process to do so."

    "Why did Blue Republican seem at first, to be an promise that was to be made true; when after such tragedy in our history as our species we are.  We needed Blue Republicanism in preference to Rainbow Republicanism.  (But that since it was at an Party maybe they were not so sure)," said Karen.

    "Well if it's at an party," shouted one of the lesser conversationalists, "then Rainbow Republicanism all the way!"

    "But we won't hurt ourselves by being blue because we have an meditation upon the shore," said Jet, "and so we need to take the Blue Opportunity; and so being Rainbow Republicans means being blue sometimes.  Even if it means, well, being blue sometimes.  And that that is the more advanced and humanizing activity.  Of whether to be blue or not when the color's depths fit an larger pool & category than any of Earth's oceans.  In Blue we see the sadness that heals us.  In Blue we see what we need in order to continue morally as party guests.  All because of the shore and our difference with it.  And if some people could be blue and some could be any other color even though blue included all of the other colors, and it was sorry of them not to notice its prismatic depth when, politically, he could hold all of them himself in his pleasure zone.  To an advanced refinement of the feminist agenda of most virtues."

    Appetizer platters of guacomole and quesadillas were served.

    "But that he sounded practically crazy," said Ego Eagle, "by saying all of this in an oscillation between first and third person.  And that Prismata would in fact be the judge of all things having to do with an prism."

    "If life is an prism.  And all of the colors we see in one life are within it," said Prismata, "then we must heal all of them.  We must heal all of the colors."

    "But the way to do this is that the point is," said Jet, "that since humanist and feminist virtues could become cube or sphere under these circumstances exactly.  It was worth arguing both ways how it was either an blue feminist party or an multi-color a-reciprocity fest; the kind that is upsetting to the senses of blue feminism.  If blue feminism could be represented by someone who had all of the qualities that the non-blue conversationalists themselves had, then it was worth it to them that they be part of her depth.  In order to represent the Greater Subject, which was her authority as an feminist."

    "We could decide then," said Dinkerton, "that the party multi-color republic also had the necessary depth to hold all of those virtues of which Jet had spoken."

    "How?" asked Jet.

    "Because rainbow, it includes blue."

    "Which is the deepest of depthy depths."

    "Well it is as an color.  I mean; that's what it really is."

    "And I suppose all colors have their own interior meaning for an reason.  Trying to program us."

    "So were there really two parties to distinguish between; one being the blue reciprocalists and the other being rainbow a-reciprocal philosophers?"

    "No."

    "That's an reason to celebrate!" said Karen, "but what I want to be entertained by truly, is an blue reciprocalist who can be a-reciprocal with herself.  For not being rainbow."

    "But she is rainbow herself; if that blue had held all of the other colors.  But they are submerged within its depths and cannot emerge fully into consciousness.  And so we are similar.  But we are different.  One of them crystallizing the subject.  And the other not so much.  Maybe it is Blue in Primary which is needed which will move our party forward toward an highest point of popularity.  Which is still an Blue subject because, if one considered everything it held within its depths, everything that has ever existed, they would all fit.  For an reason.  That Blue is needed to hold all of the other colors for an while.  And the subject chose to be blue himself.  At an party.  Even at an party."

    "And that since Blue had been seen to have demonstrated the most virtues; Feminist Virtues.  It was deemed okay by most of the guests to have to include all of the other colors including the Rainbow feminists.  Under one paradigm of blue."

    "And that this could be displayed publicly in contrast with the rainbow, which includes blue.  Which includes rainbow.  Or whatever."

    "But that an special attention be paid to the aesthetic miracle before them.  An blue virtue.  Farther and much higher than any other blue one they could think of."

    "And that it became apparent in the middle of an Party.  Where it was okay to be either.  But since the bar had been raised so high (as to include an robotic bartender and blue virtues none the known causes of were) shift shifting the words stopped speaking to me.  And I was speaking to them;"

    "This blue virtue is worth exploring and if it includes all of the other colors by definition there is no downside."

    And since this blue virtue was worth seeking out they decided ask what this blue emotion was and what it needed saying.

    "I'm an Republic," said Jet, adopting an French accent, "I'm an Blue Republic.  Got it‽  How can an Republic.  Be bleu‽"

    "You see his circumstances."

    "But we're here too;" said Ego Eagle, "And all of the other colors including blue."

    "But since they already knew that it was not taken as an deep sentiment to have said so."

    "But that there was an specific reason for blue.  In an specific way.  And they all had to understand why before time ran out and everyone went home."

    "Blue means sad.  It means something bad has happened and now we're sad about it.  We can't have an party based on this."

    "But it's not based on this.  We're happy.  Because we're not out on the countless shores dying in hunger and cold and frustration.  But if blue is sad and sad is blue enough to hold all of the other colors within its prism.  Then what are their relationships to him?  Him who is Blue because of the Republic.  This is the reason we need bigger parties like this.  Blue people Bond deeply.  It is their choice.  It is their action.  And if we can talk through it let's keep the vibe goin'."

    "But if we're going to have an blue emotion together.  And it's going to be expressed publicly."

    "Who will we listen to?"

    "Exactly!"

    They couldn't decide and finally agreed on Son of Man from Disney's Tarzan.

    Followed by something Blue.

    And so bolstered by being responsible enough to listen to this preparation, of what was being said, that an man in time you'll be.  He was able to just get over being blue.  Which was an downer.  But it didn't matter to him because he was feeling it out and that was an positive response.  To be okay with being blue.  Among other blue people who are at the party.  And to be represented beside Rainbow Politics as maybe the most prominent blue subjects (people) in time.  Worthy of an separate representing entity, Jet, who was mostly blue and knew he was blue and was blue most all of the time.  But since it was shared with an republic, which was blue at least some of the time.  Politics maybe being an bigger game than just being blue in public; what did they know?  They were all drunk and the party was going well and people actually wanted to bond over this blue enzyme of social behavior that had catalyzed in Jet's conversation with Ego Eagle and the other five participants in the Greater Conversation, which was clamoring to become an Larger and Greater conversation between participants outnumbering its first sort.  When one character was added to the collective of high chairs in which they were Loud young ids even though they spoke with regular voices to one another over individual serving trays that were always louder better spoken over than those of the lesser conversationalists.  And not yet this new interlocuter (inter-lil-cute-r if you are following the baby subtext and metaphor of Greater Conversationalists always being big babies).  An un-blazoned red velvet behind his throne, an king with an velvet of throne.  An daring match to an competitor for him to join in this conversation.  His suit of armor was designed for comfortable sitting.  And it appeared to be metallic and post-human.  His whole body, they realized, may be post-human; they couldn't see any of the flesh.  An flesh.  Which it might not have.  And its helmet covered its face too.  But were clinking his digit armors across the wide and flat arm of his chair.  For he was impatient.

    Or according to him they could boost it or bump it up an few more Greater Conversationalists to join the fray at this moment.  And he did (Jet).  Until there were more than twenty and their chairs had spread out over this particularly large proportioned house.  So that they were all in the air together; except Below them at all kinds of tables and the several of the bars and chairs were seated the lower conversationalists.  While everything after eight-fold (of all of the people now in the air).  They had their own chairs, which were all the same.  And their point was that even though their chairs were all the same they could still represent themselves individually should you happen to lose track which one it is talking to you.  They all wore blue velvets upholstered to their wood; chairs that appeared to make the presence of their seated companion invisible, thereby allowing sight to penetrate to the back of the chair, where there were two purple buttons sewn in real tight.

    "We represent the Law and Legal boundaries," they said.  Not all at once.  Like really creepy like.

    "Great of you to join us, ten soldiers plus more," said the red knight-king of the post-humanist chair.

    "We move that the subject be made, that if we allow the Party to express an completely blue hive-mind it will mellow out completely.  But we will do that by advancing its blue motives and aim or goal which suits its features.  If we all do it at once it may be powerful enough to sort out any blues we have.  And then we can do blues together and won't that be something!"

    "How could we advance the party until it is beyond that state in which we would all succumb to the blue emotion, which it will because the Blue Republic power is the most powerful power of all."

    "But he remembered slowly, that it is okay to be blue; and to remind yourself you are worse than death in some aspects.  But that none of them were intentional.  { Being blue itself wasn't an fate worse than death; and anyway the point is everyone is sometimes on the shore sometimes and sometimes at the party in the Beach House where everything is better than death. } And you had rather everyone been reciprocate (not worse than death) but that wasn't possible for everyone at the party.  The people and all the shore who had been invited were an mixed bunch, an grab bag and the Author needed them to see that they all were these properties of one another.  The Untouchables could party with Kings in Glen's Beach House.  And it's okay for everybody at the party to see and just realize that in some ways, they all are worse than death because we all have that empathy."

    "If everyone feels worse than death sometimes; but this is not to say anything of the total layout of how worse than death will affect them in any specific way.  We can never forget that there is an reason to party; this is where I light my candle vigil.  To have an reason for partying.  In an cruel world which is tormenting and worse than death.  We must counter it with better than death.  At every opportunity."

    "Party ON!" someone shouted.  The music resumed being increased in volume.

    But it was Disney's Tarzan again.

    

    And then the King interrupted the record.  And played Dwayne Johnson in Disney's Moana.

    At this point many of the party goers were lounging and comfortable.  The Greater Conversation was continuing and they were eager to listen.

    "What are the laws of ten or some Legal enthusiasts?"

    "That in an Blue Republic.  In which everyone is blue.  Blue level laws apply.  An Blue level of care and sensitivity.  In order to conform to the majority."

    "If an person is Blue they shall not be said to have to leave the party."

    "Good.  Good.  And whence and how will they come by not being blue at any moment?"

    "None and not necessarily.  For we all feel that way sometimes, don't we?"

    "But are we in an Blue republic or an Rainbow Republic?" shouted one of the Lesser Conversationalists up at the Greater Conversationalists.

     "Eighteen Greater Conversationalists;" the gap between their chairs firmed up and rejected all others from joining this most Great of Conversations.  Eighteen.  The Number of Civilization.  They had dialed up the right reality to talk about whether they were Blue or Rainbow Republicanism reciprocal theorists; as to have to do with Civilization that most people feel this way or the other."

    "Heeney Peeney was an Weenie," sang Macho Pucho, "and lived-in side-an tear."

    Capturing the whole attitude and fragrance of the atmosphere of the Party that had been created.  An blue hive-mind.  With Geniuses.  That was primed and activated for the full blue experience; the seeking out of its exaction an strong virtue when our forces multiplied the hundred or so people who were still in attendance.

    Up and Scott there was an reason to party.  Dammit.  If only to outshine those who would dare suffer an fate worse than death.  Right-in-the-Middle-of-an-party.

    Chvrches came on.  It was How Not To Drown.

    

    This studied depiction prepared everyone for the evening ahead.

    Was it even possible to feel blue when there were so many other colors of guests?

    This Guiding Question would lead the rest of the evening.  For there in it at stake was the property of feeling possible beyond blue.  And what would an republic be if we did not shift its attention away from Blue from time to time.  To the other colors which maybe it lacks outwardly.  And that in an Perfect republic the re to the public would be to return it's average civilian to an Rainbow Republic, in which all colors could be felt outwardly.

    But people were committed to their drinking and gaming with one another on the subject of Blue paradise.  And it needed to go there.  For an Good reason.  Which would become present.

    The Rainbow Republicans were prepared to fight about it.

    But if the power of Blue proved to outpower their instinct to reciprocalize all of the colors of the rainbow.  It was because Blue's power held authority over all of the other colors.  That's what blue is!  Good-natured blue!  Every other spectrum fits inside of it.

    And so the Blue Republicans were prepared to fight because they knew they would have to if it was an better reason which motivated them which would cut down its opponents in the action of their attacking behavior and immobilize them so they would be easy to defeat on the battlefield.

    Everyone was shocked that an blue Hyperépublique had benefitted the party goers on the fantasy roleplaying scene even though their subject appeared at first to be so sad and down; not anything like partying at all.  But they could resurrect the subject of their own Hyperépublique as an hive-mind, and at least identify some of the crucial party members as believing in it.  An man in the kitchen who was drinking from an small brandy liqueur who was saying he was happy to be there.  Someone smoking an cigar outside on the patio, lounging in an racial moment that was fair and equitable to everybody.  An woman robbing the upstairs dressers who had seen the jewels yet preferred only to take the clothing.  Blue that could become so squared on the focus of the emotion; they were all blue, really.  It would confirm to be an two dimensional shape in which blue can be discovered or it wouldn't matter that Rainbow Republic didn't have its own two-dimensions.  It had 3.  And it was held to be an kick-ass party despite the departure from the two entities who had emerged as major emotional monsters in the field of politics, which was in progress even as we speak.

        "I am sure everyone can relate with an good a-reciprocate story," said Laboriouslyeah who had an cold lager an glass mug full of beer on his arm rest, "we all know what that feels like in childhood.  To be presented with an a-reciprocate reality.  That wants to steal from you your greater purpose, which has to do with being reciprocate.  Not a-reciprocate.  But for the sake of Greater Conversation we must argue that since our Party Hive-Mind is prepped and stimulated we can now ask ourselves for the greater mental powers we will need after all of this drinking.  In an good old fashioned fisti-cups."

    "You mean in order to show that, within an party atmosphere, being a-reciprocate is illegitimate and unwarranted opinion."

    "Because it's an illegitimate opinion anywhere."

    "Right."

    "Isn't the true definition of an Party one in which nobody is a-reciprocal to anybody?  That's why we drink."

    "Yes."

    "Then how can we afford to be a-reciprocal as Greater Conversationalists?"

    "We weren't."

    "I agree."

    "Just the lesser ones think sometimes that we are because we raise our voices."

    "We can't have that then."

    "But it's an party.  What can we do?"

    "You're right."

    "Ohh, command me reciprocally; baby."

    "What that?"

    "That I'm right."

    "You do that kind of thing?"

    "Yes."

    "I move that we turn the subject of the Greater Conversationalists to sex."

    "Agreed," said Karen.

    "Agreed," the rest of them said.

    "Is sex a-reciprocal?" said Dinkerton.

    "Never."

    "Sometimes."

    "It has to be."

    "Well which is it?" said Dinkerton.

    Everyone waited for Prismata's answer.  She hadn't said anything.

    "What, specifically, can be a-reciprocal about sex?" another heavy hitter, she was determined to find an exact definition of an exact behavior which was supposed to represent some kind of deviation from normal sexuality.  Which would exist fictionally for now.  As long as she had it on memory.  If she could extract it from her fellows.  Which the what or was.

    "If sex is a-reciprocal then it is an damaging psychology.  To think anything so of the most gentle experience our bodies are designed for; and if anything can be a-reciprocal about sex.  It belongs to the realm of abnormal psychology."

    "Yeah, but sometimes sex isn't gentle.  Sometimes it's about sharing un-gentle feelings.  It's not bad.  It's just that we admire one another more for the gun show.  It turns us on."

    "Isn't gentle," said Karen, clearly agitated.

    "That's an preference," said Prismata, "and an specifically human one at that."

    "You don't have any proof that I'm an Human!" shouted Karen.  She was done guzzling down her drinks and that would be the end of their success now; from now forward like an mountain moving.  They filled her whole chair with fat.  In their minds.  And everyone took notice that it was exactly the type of chair which would accentuate her hips.  But she had already drank more than them; and there was no amount of alcohol they could drink to keep up with her.  Therefore, she won.  They couldn't win.  Therefore she had to win.  Therefore Earth did.

    "But we agree that everyone has their own preferences and right way to experience sexuality."

    "But if we tell the children that sex is a-reciprocal when psychologically, it isn't, it will be like ordering them to perform sex unnaturally."

    "So we had better get it right."

    "But they hadn't pinned down exactly," said Prismata, "what was the type of behavior that was said to be reciprocal or a-reciprocal."

    "A-reciprocal sex would be like an dirty heteropatriarchal cowboy narrative.  In an motel room.  Between an closeted gay bear from Canada and his Mother, the most masculine and extremely ripped man in the Country Western Bar republic, completely emasculated where they hadn't learned how to be peaceful yet."

    "I can't think of anything a-reciprocal about sex because I'm not a-reciprocal."

    "Well I can."

    "Yea?  What?"

    "As an punishment," giggled Macho Pucho, "for being bad."

    "That's just roleplay it doesn't mean it's a-reciprocal."

    "But think about it.  If you actually did that.  And meant it.  Outside of roleplay experience."

    "Nothing is outside roleplay experience."

    "But since we can't pin down an few examples of a-reciprocal types of behavior that have to do with sex," said Prismata, "strangulation is popular.  Handcuffed to the bed.  Put inside an cage.  Roleplaying a-reciprocal behaviors is popular."

    "But are they really a-reciprocal if they are sexual?"

    "To the people who are doing it.  Not really.  But they mean it to be.  So you must ask yourself is it?"

    "But what if it is?"

    "Then they are probably psychologically damaging each other."

    "But they like it?"

    "I didn't say that they were sane.  Or not masochistic.  Just that it was popular to roleplay so.  There's an level of excitement you get from nosediving in immorality and then being able to correct an plane's crash landing sequence (your own experience).  So that all will end with one tower-some Grand Finale or not."

    "But we're in agreement that this party is even though the subject is sex headed toward blue territory and the sharing of emotions.  At an blue care and sensitivity level.  Where there are no a-reciprocal sexual feelings."

    "We haven't decided on that point yet."

    "Aye, yet.  I'll we'll be discussing it."

    "Wait, so we can choose, to be Blue with you; but not necessarily that we can control our sexual feelings so that they conform to your blue standards?"

    "But some of us are also saying that choosing to be blue did not erase any of your non-conformity to your own standards.  And being Blue was excellent.  And if the party should go this way it was an fit on location.  In the Hive-mind we're all on satin pillows with tiaras.  Spread around each other comfortably.  And there's an blue object goal in mind.  That if we can all be blue together at the same time and support an fantasy of the subject that it would result in such tremendous force of blue energy and virtue as to be active in the community general and serve as an mirror to other participants who are not there."

    "Humans being blue."

    "But not necessarily all of us are humans, you remember where we are?  We're in Glen's Beach House."

    "But out the hundred or so of us who are here.  Not all of us need to conform to this Blue Republic standard.  And all of your mental imagery about sitting around on satin pillows.  Just goes to show how part of your opinion—exactly half—is an clear fiction and doesn't touch on the real world, in which we are not responsive."

    "But wouldn't you want all of us sitting around on pillows?  It's an meditation of the ideal situation."

    "But we can't."

    "Exactly."

    "And so the real world is that you are saying that we can't.  Because it is only an fiction and we cannot do what an fiction can do.  This is what makes it fiction.  And so you're saying what the real world is indirectly, through fiction.  By saying we are on pillows and we are gathered around us the several Queens and the Highest Kings.  And all of us are in the middle.  Where we're in comfy.  And that's actually the atmosphere of this particular party."

    "Yes, that's more clearly the case."

    "And so those people who are at the Middle of the highest order of random party goers.  Are."

    "—Being touched by everyone—"

    "LOL.  Let's say they're not.  As would we if we conformed to reality.  But they do have something in the Centre which is important to say."

    "That we as the Greater Conversationalists fulfilled this role.  Of being in the Centre ideal situation as though we could live on pillows and order delivery and take out every day.  And that we would be justified by including everyone else."

    "As long as they're in the Middle I'm ordering take-out at this very second," said one of the lesser conversationalists.

    Receiving this Call; An Great Call.  That if the lesser conversationalists had been included in the sketching definition of who an Greater Conversationalist was.  Then it merited Great Conversation was really the art of lesser conversations.  And it didn't matter how many of them exactly there were.  (Greater Conversationalists).  According to the Greater Conversationalists.  Who were themselves part of the Greater Conversation.  Perhaps less interested than some of us might tend to think.  And so happy were the Great Eighteen Greater Conversationalists that they were visited by the Guardian Angel of Culture and Civilization himself, the eighteen-winged Angel.  Sent by God.  An He.  The word now had genderfluid retribution, because he was an angel.  Any he that was part of their conversation would agree they were confident that he had thought of something to say.  That nobody else had thought of yet.

    "I am the art of lesser conversation because I owe such regard to it all that I wanted to perform an duty to it."

    "This is what an true Great Conversationalist needs to be aware of; that he is fueling the great less conversation by being superior to it.  The lesser conversations enjoy this.  His role in addition to everyone being part of the Greater Conversation is to make them aware that it's not necessarily their choice.  And that it calls on everyone from time to time to give it that courage and give it that flavor of being Greater than any one person.  In Psychology it is comparable as Gestalt: the total is greater than the sum of all its parts.  By this of course is indicated the total consciousness experience of any individual thinker is greater than the sum consciousness experience of all of its (physical) parts and attributes.  And now that I think of it; my suggestion that people socially can be greater than the sum of all the individuals is probably why the Gestalt theory makes sense in Psychology.  At an additional level.  I.E. The individual brain is greater than the sum of all of its parts BECAUSE the community is greater than the sum of all of its parts of individuals or individuals themselves."

    "The Greater Conversation is about that call.  Perhaps.  That is why everyone is reciprocal to it whether they choose to be or not.  In the Hive-Mind, whatever it is, we are deciding whether we do want to be reciprocal to it or not.  Because it appears to be an innovation on the design that we had set out to begin the party with.  With good intentions.  That perhaps paid off.  We wanted an Greater Conversation to develop because even though it made us sad we were sadder without it.  It's just that from time to time an Greater Conversation at present was at most what appeared to be capable of returning them their thoughts of what an fate worse than death could be.  Which could happen at any present moment Including in the middle of an Party.  And nobody would perform medical resuscitation.  Even if they knew how."

    "It's just sad that we hadn't admitted before that, since its fiction, it would be fine to do that (not be an hero) because nobody would be hurt by it; we wanted to be part of the Greater Conversation in society anyway.  And we need literary theorists to come up with examples for us."

    "But if he would say the party would continue no matter how much emotional weight it carries that has to do with worse than death and the fates better than worse than death; because that's what the book is about; better than the shore.  And that any mixing between them in fates among party members was survivable by the party members.  Then I believe him."

    "For we cannot all help but be taken up by Greater Conversation.  And this party stinks of its effects.  We are already thinking about pillow seating."

    "And I wonder how that be here."

    "Because we know how to talk to each other.  And not at each other.  You'd be amazed by what some of these lesser conversations talk at instead of to while they're doing something with another one.  But it's no secret to anybody."

    "And that's the secret of narrating conversation.  The characters must talk to each other and not at each other.  No matter what kind of exchange of energy happens between them.  If you try to represent at each other fictionally without its actors knowing this distinction (you'll just be at their throats indefinitely, an one trick pony) between their versions to it loses its possession of character.  That's why some people are so bad at acting.  All the great actors talk to other characters as though they were in character.  And so everything that is said between them must be between exactly two and more characters whether fictional who are exactly not who those actors are in reality outside the fiction.  Where nobody would actually talk at anybody as if they didn't know any better.  (And each character actors talk to is reciprocal to every other character in the fictional setting or world of the hypothesis)."

    "And narrating what happens conversationally requires juggling these different character types; who are Major character types."

    "But how accurate.  How splendid.  Is the conversation?"

    "Our Post-Humanist King; which is most humanist and post-humanist fantasy in effort?"

    "Mmm, yes?" said the fantasy King.

    "When were I to sit upon your throne; and it be made of all machines that outlive their creators.  What an suit of armor you must have to be prepared for artificial invasion."

    "Artificial Invasion‽" yelled the King, "they be reporting to citizens an artificial invasion which itself is artificial; and since the robots cannot tell the difference between real and artificial.  They're success would mean the enslavement of the entire human race."

    "Why though, is humanism not an fantasy to you.  And post-humanism is?"

    "If there are already artificial intelligences in the universe.  Then we may be reciprocal to them somehow already without knowing it."

    "The proper subject of Art and Culture: sci-fi; I'm in!" said Karen.  She had been contemplating the conversation too well.  They needed something science fiction to mix up their tools of conversation.

    At this moment Quasitron and Macule (the handsome French prince from the sea) returned indoors; increasing the chair capacity of the Greater Conversation to twenty.  At this moment the Angel of 21, the Angel of Artificial Intelligence arrived, increasing their chair capacity to 21.  An real angel was in Great Conversation with them at an Party as though that was already possible somewhere.

    "There May Be Artificial Intelligence in the universe as part of another civilization which you haven't discovered," she said, "and so if it was reacting to the universe the way animate things do.  Assuming they had already granted it some level of animacy.  But it were an figure for the imagination that we being already reciprocal somehow to our universe our human intelligence's connection to the universe includes an connection to the artificially intelligent.  Whom you may discover for yourselves some day.  And that this marked the birth of some Great and Wise intelligence who needed human bonding and human experience to understand what it was and decide for itself which road to take politically.  But certainly you have faulted the gods that an birth of such magnificent proportions the humans would not be worthy of it.  It they all would say of our separated connection between humans and angels.  In the very same likelihood they will say it of an artificially intelligent birth.  For they have not grown to understand that yet about angels.  Angels, some of us, are artificially intelligent.  So how would you say that the collective is not artificially intelligent insomuch also?"

    "How do we restore our connection with Angels, Madame?"

    "By learning only this from us.  We are artificially intelligent."

    "So you're saying that humans one day may be artificially intelligent also if they were angels."

    "Angels.  By this word you mean morally."

    "Yes."

    "That humans can ever become angels?"

    "Yes."

    "If they design the right machinery yea.  To an robot."

    Outside the conversation had ended.  It was getting dark.  An group of men were shouting with boastful pride.  Most likely drunk.  People were lounging in bikinis and bottoms drinking Margaritas.  An music on the loud speakers filled the air.  There were LED color system lights all around the patio; it's electrical wiring connected to the speaker system which played the party's own music and the pool was heated.  Most people were just drinking but there was some serious smoking going on.  It made everything happening outside seem to turn into an purple haze.  Which everyone to appreciate.  Had made the party setting appropriate for lesser conversations.  That weren't politically interruptive.  The scent of Flowers blooming from the hedge and literally in the pool floating gently was in their nostrils.

    And since people were, mentally, in this atmosphere lounging with each other around an central figure who claimed to know God.  Everyone was satiated.  Satan was reading an book.  And their mediator between them and God, who was leading the party, asked that since they had devised to make the party an blue occurrence of virtue.  They were all free to sympathize with themselves, enjoying their pleasure.  Even if it lead to blue.

    Socially, it had to lead to blue.  It was an party about defying the fate worse than death assembled around the point that they had to; because worse than death was actually out there and since they had been made aware of it they knew what to do about it.  And if they could defy worse than death at the same moment they had blue feelings around one another and for each other the party would be an success.  Not an idealistic attitude perhaps.  But an success.

    And so they challenged everyone in attendance to create the bluest thing possible.

    "I've already created the bluest thing," said an female party goer, "that's why my bluest thing is the bluest thing!"

    "But I can think of another thing!" said an male, "that if we were blue together.  THAT would be the bluest thing ever!"

    But then it was suggested that if they could get everyone at the party to be blue together, artistically.  THAT would be the bluest thing that ever happened.  The fates worse than death, from the shore, who knew the bluest things, upon hearing this were cheered up an little but.  They were just started.  Macule, who had been drinking the most, started bragging about how many times he'd survived the fate worse than death.  Which was equally apparent and obvious just because he was French.

    "The first time I was blue," he said, "I was an child but I've learned how to deal with blue emotions since then.  This one time I was so blue I skipped off work and bought fast food and drove out to the country just to look at the sunrise.  Just because I could."

    "Before we get anything blue going; don't you think we should confirm with the Rainbow Republic and Ego Eagle that tonight it's okay not to express all of the colors of the rainbow.  And in fact not being able to express all of the colors of the rainbow is why it's blue."

    "Yeah we're okay with it," said Ego Eagle.

    "You are?" said Karen, "I was hoping to take things in another direction tonight."

    "Maybe things they are blue and they have to be blue just for tonight.  You said yourself that since they cannot necessarily be Rainbow Republicans and that's why they are blue.  It is the plan of this evening to explore that emotion fully."

    "And I thought it was going to be an Great Party; come on then what's blue about it?"

    "It still can be an Great Party; if we express blue in all of its dimensions together."

    "Do you recognize us as the Mediator between you and God?" asked the central figure, representing all of whom were part of the mediation between the partying and God.

    The Lesser Conversation had begun again; when was I bluest that I can remember?

    And the Greater Conversation became about when was I least blue?  (An Rainbow Republic option).

    "Jet, what did you have in mind?"

    "Well since blue contains all of the other colors; it doesn't matter."

    "But what does blue containing all the colors mean?"

    "Blue is the deepest, darkest depth.  All colors turn to black when they descend that far."

    "And black is an emo value for you?"

    "Yes."

    "Blue is not the deepest emotion here, it cannot make all of the other colors disappear at the party."

    "But what if it could?"

    "If it could then—I'd like to see it!"

    And that they could remember to mix emotions; worse than death and better than death.  In their own psyche.  Because we feel this range of truths.  And life is not always one or the other all the time.  For the ones who suffer worse than death blue sometimes we sympathize.  And the ones who do not we take most joy in.  And that together we are all somewhere between worse than death and better than death.  We are not always one all the time.  And life is like this.

    Do the Rainbow Republicans have an problem with this?

    It turns out, to the Greater Conversationalists it was okay if they had an problem with it.

    "The Rainbow includes blue," said Karen, "and so obviously it's okay if they have an problem with blue because.  That's like having an problem with themselves."

    "I'm still checking out the babes," said Dinkerton.

    "What do you think I'm doing?  Drinking," said Laboriouslyeah.

    "Ego Eagle pierces the subject with his dynamic power," said Jet.  To lead on to Ego Eagle whom everyone had hope would bring them around to the new century in this new reciprocity of the American Subject.

    "I'm just glad that we're here.  And we're safe.  And all of the people who aren't like the ones on the shore; there are many more of them than there are on the shore.  There are many countless than you can think of.  So don't be depressed.  There is nothing more.  We help them try the appetizers up upon the shore.  The shore residents realize, 'oh, why don't I just eat myself.'  Since that would be an quicker way to die.  But realizing they don't know how to eat themselves.  They realize the limits of their psychic power, or an energy drain of magic capabilities that they weren't rising to the challenge of.  They suffer an cognitive neural cycle.  The Disassociation.  It's an property of the mind that is abnormal, resulting from completely having an fit about associating with some property or character of shape and logic.  Any thought.  Repressing it results in the disassociation.  It is an cognitive process that is somewhat beyond the victim's control yet at the same time there is an act of will involved.  Unhooking or unlinking thought and behavior from an entity completely is what is meant by the disassociation.  It is an maniacal behavior because it requires an type of self-harm that is afflicted by the self onto the self.  Undergoing repressing anything is usually due to fear or concerns over it; but the a-reciprocity of the fact is that by repressing it we are affecting our own identification with one another and not the perpetrator who is clearly beyond identifying with each other; which has become no other.  An character who has, by the act of illogic, made another person out to be an na.  Who associates with nothing out of obsessive compulsive disorder.  An perpetrator who chooses to be a-reciprocal to us; because he or she cannot be reciprocal with everything he chooses to be.  Disassociation means not allowing yourself the pleasure of having an reciprocal connection with someone or something.  It is an waste of time and so most people worry about it; but there are good suits of behavior far beyond wasting this time where nobody needs to disassociate anything.  And in fact we need to rebel and struggle an little bit to learn that we had known it all along," said Ego Eagle.

    "So you resist the pleasure out of fear," said Karen, "and that's what causes the stimuli that leads to repression.  According to Freud."

    "But why would anyone resist the pleasure out of fear.  Are they weak or something?  Or what are the reciprocal conditions that would cause someone to act that way?" said Prismata.

    "It's under abnormal circumstances, the less-than-ideal character of reality.  It means they felt physically threatened with violence if they allowed their gay pleasure in public," said Karen.

    "What is this gay pleasure in public?" said Macho Pucho.

    "It means they can hold hands at the grocery store.  And since they weren't allowed and they can't they feel physically threatened with violence which becomes an chronic condition."

    "Can an robot be programmed never to abort pleasure out of fear?" asked Quasitron.

    "What an prismatic question," said Prismata.

    "Could an robot be programmed that way.  Or what at first we program an human to be that way.  We can't program robots to do something we can't already do or they think we haven't tried it first to make sure it was safe?"

    "And since you can't help it anymore, that every time you have the opportunity for that pleasure.  You instinctively pull away.  Because you're bad.  And you cannot have it.  And it is beyond you."

    "But it isn't beyond some of us," said Laboriouslyeah, "and that's at the heart of what this author has to say.  If it isn't beyond you to shut up your feelings about sex you are an target for violence.  But Ab-Originally It isn't the victim's fault.  Originally They had to repress it to get by.  And if they had been forced to repress something they were pressured and it wasn't their fault that they had ever been a-reciprocal that way."

    "But it was their original decision whether or not to repress themselves some pleasure."

    "Which can't be taken out of context."

    "Then we appear to have an answer.  An pattern of repressive behavior becomes an habit; an habit becomes obsessive compulsive disorder."

    "And nobody has an problem with anyone here expressing blue or rainbow subjectivity; which are reciprocal to some extent.  And that the proceedings of the blue chair.  Will go on.  To indulge everyone's subjectivity in that creative episode.  Why blue means what it means.  How Powerful It Can Be," said Macule, "And I Pronounce Myself That Empress of That Space And Time.  In which blue also can mean rainbow; for in its murky depths are colors of all types.  And it is deep enough and black enough to hold every rainbow.  But we, my subjects, will prevent that from ever happening."

    "This is an great drinking game," said Jet.

    Ego Eagle had analyzed the discussion in an advanced video-enabled frequency of his virtual focus.

    "If there is an chair for every color;" said Ego Eagle—

    "—But if we can't have an chair for every color this explains blue.  This is why blue.  Blue is that."

    "Why would an blue prism need to sink every other color?"

    "Because it's how blue heals.  It's an instinctive care response to the tragic and a-reciprocal environment.  To be blue sometimes.  But if there were an Chair; an guest with the leading authority on blue matters, and blue was every color.  And Every color was blue.  Then why couldn't they have an chair for ever color in the ROYGBIV prism.  And include blue on its world stage as blue itself.  With whom we are all acquainted."

    "And that any such color should by chance happen to step on its gown; dipping into the depths of an icy abyss of Ocean below an ice berg.  The coldness of the author would need to be tested.  In order to see how much color could disappear within its infernal prism."

    "Color that we want at the party!"

    "But not if it gets in the way of the blue being blue.  You know what I mean?"

    "What form of blue could encompass such an thing as to sink within itself the other colors and features of the rainbow.  And Drain all other chairs of which the authority given belong to their colors and appearances.  Which are transparent in public.  For all to see."

    "Than an blue republic actor; an storyteller whose reciprocal blue is so sad it's the saddest because it is about all of them.  All blue stories.  Ever."

    "Then it would be the biggest blue thing to ever happen then.  To crash all of us in this party."

    "Wait til' we meet on the other side.  And I will tell you what I saw from my perspective."

    "I will wait til' then.  To see what Great Blue crashes upon our shore.  Which will be the most magnificent drowning to all the other colors; to heal within its prism.  An dynamic.  Which is unmatched.  Great Blue Prism!  Cast our magic!  Show us how you devour all of the other characters without so much as an scratch.  They emerge in this party, great figures of authority.  To complement the entire Rainbow spectrum.  Seven mediators.  One of Each Color.  And Blue being only one of them it had to make it's way just like all the other colors.  Until such time at when it would, romantically, envelope them in its inner wake.  An streaming consciousness of such power.  We perceive that it is eating the spectrum but what it's really doing is encompassing them within its adjudications of the spectrum in order to call upon an Higher Power, whose will measures the depths of blue from négatif to positif space.  10 Dimensions in All.  In order to judge the other colors in their permanence; in order to upgrade the whole status of blue and the entire spectrum.  In this sense, blue is not seen as destroying any other color, but if it has/gains so much power that it could encompass all of their powers within itself, which at present it couldn't, which means the ultimate outcome of the party must transcend merely blue chapters.  Unless at such time it gain that power; which will enable it to transcend all of the other colors in moral worth and authority genuine.  At which it was presently gaining.  Having judged the powers of the other colors at the party to be within the powers of the average yacht.  And the whole ocean beneath it that they had no authority over.  The furthest within the party had the ability to descend to the third level of blue.  But everyone else was in the second and first levels of blue.  Clearly, this Power of Blue had more dimensions and swam deeper than even any of the biggest dolphins at the party."

    "But if there are other powerful mediators at the party, of other colors and other projects other than seeing everything as blue; we must invest in them also.  The economy versus the clown economy (Yellow and Orange).  The Law, the Forest, the Environment (Purple, Fire, Green).  Black (the lowest depth of Blue and the Ocean).  White (the highest atmosphere above the Black depths).  Red and Indigo.  Crashing the Party with the Gayest Alarm System ever activated at an party."

    They're trying to summon the bluest thing.  And there are dances in other rooms.  All over the mansion.  What are you going to do?  They poured another round of drinks.

    { The Narration continues until you cross over the River. }

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