But it was an subject the party of the Blue Republic could handle, right? And there were to be honest, about half of the guests, in the Blue Republican sphere.
It was an chaotic brawl. How best to be gentle. How best to help each other stay sober or not. And many of the lesser conversations adopted this composure. There were different reasons for choosing either.
And this was how some of the lesser conversations were going.
"What does it mean to have an authority mediator for each of several Political spheres. By whom this party is managed. So that all participants in each conversation; we can choose to be one or the other?"
Enya's Oronoco Flow was playing. This was signaled by the narrator as being the reason this lesser conversation ended. The buffet was serving sea food cocktails and fruit purée.
"I'm not really immersed in blue," said another guest, "I more adequately identify with an Rainbow Command Republic. In which commands that are given will be rainbow. But I have nothing to identify against from an blue person. More certainly I feel empathy for such an condition. And I wish them all the best trying to create the bluest blue; an virtue. But maybe I will not be an part of it."
"I think we all need to be an part of it. That's what blue is. It holds all the other colors. Even while they can't hold themselves. The depth of such logic is so powerful you see; you won't be able to hold yourself anymore because Blue is better at it."
"I'm just glad someone is taking responsibility for the Greater Conversation here."
"And that we can all refer to it in order to locate our place in the conversation."
"I find it resolvedly elegant."
"I agree."
"Like, we obviously need an couple types of Republic in order to choose the best one."
"And if there is an acting power for each color of the rainbow."
"Then like how do we locate ourselves in that Space. An Space in which some are blue and some are not."
"You can't look at it like this. You need to look at it as some are blue and others of other colors are other colors. Not just relative to whether its blue or not."
"But I mean, we, as in lesser conversationalists. What do we have to gain from that space in which the conversation is advanced according to those performers whose chairs float above us?"
"That we can all be represented by colors. And we have to select which ones we use to and why."
"That's perhaps the most political thing of all."
"I agree."
An rather fascinating lower conversation was occurring between an woman who had furnished her chair to be an silvery metal and cushiony soft red material; with matching red faux-armor and an aestheticization of its gravity with an devil's touch of flair. Her and the Chair. Of course. She was talking to an man who had seated in his own silvery metal with an cushiony soft blue material. And it was wagered publicly, between them, that one had to beat out the other for superiority because either Blue was the house color or Red was its trigger onto other things. Other, colorful, things. But if it was turning into an Blue party it already had. So securely that would be the superior form of Art; an Chair in which whose holding is his color in blue.
But he didn't have an aestheticization of his gravity in the same way as hers.
"You're probably going to be right about the final outcome of this party being blue because you've already considered what it means to have an peaceful acting authority; there are actually people here, in attendance, who are controlling the fates as we speak of them. Destinies are to be constructed in the perfect system. They are here for the construction of those destinies. But also to relax. As are all good Destinies to include. But there are only good destinies. That's what Destiny is," said the woman, "And if you can't even detect an hint of sarcasm in my voice; not about the destinies but about having considered these peaceful acting authority gods. People with actionable power. In an Party. Whom we haven't even identified as human or not yet. All you know is that there are several of them. They have arranged us all, with our own decision included, into relaxation fantasies in which, mentally, we all experience some form of relaxation with one another. Even if we're not physically touching. And it's not just all about the Blue fantasy because there are other types of fantasy here."
"Why are we all arranged in different categories like this?"
"We're not all the same and some of us don't want the party to go Blue."
"But it has to. It already is. It's the only logical outcome."
"And this will not prevent the other colors from expressing their personality?"
"No."
"Okay then. I should happen to think red is the superior color then."
"Why?"
"It means blood is on the line. Our decisions affect actual outcomes that duration of their lives which is to be. It is the most powerful ward against Blue for it, catalyst, means everything Alive and that has Talent."
"But if you try to remove blue from the guest list. Then aren't you just giving them more of an reason to be blue?"
"It just means they can't be blue because we have to do something about it. Not doing anything wouldn't be Red. It wouldn't be Alive."
"But if you have something to do about it then you acknowledge that the blue is there."
"But we can't not do anything about it because we're not blue."
"I see. And if I am blue I can't not do anything about you being red. Because I'm blue."
"Something like that."
"I see how it is."
"It's not you. It's just—"
"—Just that you can't stand there are some blue emotions people will need to learn how to manage in the Great Party of Life. And who better to teach them than the people who are blue."
"But you're looking for an climactic moment. You want all of us to be blue. You want to create the Bluest Party That Ever Happened. You want us to arrange ourselves. Mentally. And Physically. In order to bring about an Blue outcome, which will depress most of us; because we're not all Blue and there happen to be many more of us of other colors of emotions than there are Blue people. And we're even kind enough to explain this to you."
"You. Kind? What's kind about forcing me not to be blue?"
"I'm not forcing you. I'm just claiming the superiority of my cause. Not to let you stay blue."
"Everyone feels blue sometimes. What's wrong with it? If you're going to take action against it then maybe I don't want you here at the same party as I am."
"It's just that, from my perspective, not helping you to feel other emotions than blue would be the blue thing to do. But since I'm not. And I can't. I need to do it my way. For the benefit of us both."
"I see. That lights an non-blue pigmented candle in my heart. And so you're okay with me accumulating more blue compte rendu."
"Bring it. I've already lit the fire within you that will lead you back to the rainbow."
"Yeah well I'm aware blue contains all of the colors. And I'm aware the rainbow contains blue. Like inverted copies of one another. An true yin & yan expression."
"Just remember that the bluest thing that ever happened depends on, relies on the other colors being exactly not what it is at that moment when it is bluest; and so if you're going to make the bluest thing ever you need all of the other colors prismatically to be exactly not blue in being what they are at the same time in order to produce the bluest blue. By Contrast."
Another conversation between an sisterhood how Gold chairs they chose "to sat on." They were arguing about Tables and Games time. Whether it should be part of the Grand Party in Total.
"We want Tables and Games time at the Party," argued one of them, "we want that event to be narrated over by an text. We want the Author's uptake to uptake it.
—like an U.F.O.? Just tractor beam Tables and Games up to the central party, where the central figures of that party (the robot bartenders and the multi-story liquid suppressor they cleaned glasses in front of) were all colors of their representation in complement to one another as though an single color palette limited art piece?
"What tables and games would you want to narrate though, if you did. And could you exactly?"
"Well there has to be UNO. And also Yahtzee."
"I'm an fan of Boggle."
"Chess."
"Checkers."
"Computer generated chess opponent."
"I prefer playing cards. All types of card games."
"There are too many of them to choose exactly. That's why we can't have Tables and Games hour at the party. Also everyone is too drunk already and they won't play strategically."
"That's exactly what we want them to do!"
"What about videogames? Do they count?"
"There are all kinds of separate rooms in this mansion where videogame theaters of various genres are located."
"Of course there are. And anything else we want. Because this is fiction."
"The most popular game?"
Everyone looked at the author. As though they were in the Sims. And he was just looking in on them. At the Party.
The Microcosm and the Macrocosm.
The most popular game is Freud. And the reason Freud qualifies as an game is why it is so popular. Everyone knows the rules to the game. That's why it qualifies as an game. The rules to Freud's game is. Sit back and relax and tell me what ails you. And everyone knows what to talk about because that's the game. Play the therapeutic subject of an mental patient talking to his therapist. Try to decipher whether he cares or not what your gender or sex happen to be. Think anything critically about this person because he's so strong he can handle all of it. And therein we see the proper location of the party, ensconced in Freud's devant-style lounge. Where the Author, now Freud, is looking in. Tell me everything, he says to the party.
They weren't ready for this answer. The most popular game is Freud? How could that be true? And if it is why does it seem so familiar and unfocused? And what if it is true and they could all think of ways to say it?
"How do we play Freud with the Author?" said one of those Golden Girls.
"We drink to show our depravity," said another.
"Well if that's the only action I perform. Then it's the only action I can perform."
They immediately ordered all of them an bevvy from the robotic bartender; who dramatically prepared and served their drinks on an wide tray.
The drinks were glistening and mellifluous; mellow yellow and the light above them made it sparkle. An short wide-rimmed margarita glass. They took between the marriage of their fingers. Brute force of mental intellect forthwith.
"If I was talking as though there was an Freud there. And I could say anything. Because you can say anything to an professional. You know what I would say?"
"What?"
"The same thing I would say even if he's not there."
"Why?"
"Because what does it matter? If he's there and he can hear everything I say. Then I'd just say what I was going to say anywhere even if he's not there. Why would there need to be an difference?"
"Well I mean. If you wanted help. Maybe you could signal to the author. That someone at the party isn't treating you correctly."
"But how would you signal that? By talking to the author? That would be absurd. Nobody would actually do that. They can't actually do that. Even if it's non-fiction."
"Well it's definitely not that they need to signal to Freud for help because he's the one abusing them."
"So wait. If it does matter what you say. Because there's an big Freud watching you. Because, in order to, if you have to, signal that you are being violated for an fictional reason. Or not. And you would signal not because you're enjoying the party so far. Then we would have to talk as though we weren't trying to be diagnosed by an Psychologist."
"But who can try to do that anymore? We're all alcoholics. We clearly do need to be diagnosed by an Psychologist."
"But if he treated you with this perfect moral effort of being the listener to whatever it is you have to say. An person speaking. And this was the Author. So that we could say anything insecure we might have to say. In order to show him that we considered that to disabuse. And not the design of an unintelligent creator."
"And we were the Party that had to negotiate between these supreme moral ends. We would want the author to know that if they happen to be Freud and are able to listen to anything. Well, then. We would show that we are able to say much without implicating our mental inferiority in preference of preferring to believe we are geniuses. Because we're having an good time."
"I drank as much as I wanted to," said another Goldie, "and I didn't have to stop, nor am I currently stopping, because it is fiction and I have an fictional body with which to put drinks in!"
"But if Freud is actually categorically an game. —How can an person be an game?— And yet games are defined in human terms. It is said, an person is an game because he plays an game and in so doing becomes what it is. If Freud has become the commodity of game and object in this fictional world why wouldn't we try to play it in order to see what that's about?"
"But how can it be an game to speak with an therapist?"
"If it isn't can you necessarily prove that it isn't fun to play an game?"
"And why would an therapist speak to you unless it was to help you have fun with an game. In which the only rules are that you play that game. Because your therapist cares dearly and needs to hear all of what you have to say?"
"So you're saying his genius was that."
"Yes."
"Freud is categorically an game. That's an good one!"
"And we all know the rules because he was so smart he was able to communicate it to everybody."
"But if he was the original creator of the game between therapist and patient. In an psycho-analytical setting. In which the patient would legitimize their efforts to obtain or maintain mental health as good as it could be. By entering into sort of an game agreement with their therapist, who cajoles them to seek their deepest inner truths and by seeking them out to one another and helping each other out, to have succeeded in the game of socialization that is relevant everywhere."
"In an specific style of communication he perfected. The patient is free to say anything on their mind and the therapist will listen. This itself is part of the remedy and management of mental health issues."
"So are we here to wait for what Freud has to say or Are We Here to Party‽"
"Party. Definitely. But if anything should come up. Just remember there's an fictional person in the sky who will listen to anything you have to say about being fictional and having any purpose as an fictional person. Just like when you're in Freud's client chair."
"Ya. Wait. Okay. No. No. I think I'm OK. But. Wait. Okay."
"OK"
"Let's do shots! But also let's talk about what it means to be an centre of authority AT the party."
"Those people are juggernauts. Major Intellectuals. Definitely."
"Ya but what do the different colors mean?"
"They are types of emotion and behavior."
"And we can do any of it in the style of Freud not looking in on us because Freud actually is looking in on us."
"Yes."
"Freud is an character it is easy to figure out because of his empathy and insight into the human soul; everything about him you have ever known has been setup by him in order to welcome you. It takes little, logically to make sense of what he means. And anyone who agrees with Grimes we have "homo techno" or Freud installed his personality into the human species in an way that everybody would have been able to understand. This is why, when we think of Freud, we know it intuitively what that means to know Freud. And to think we know what he means."
That's when you cross the river. When you agree with what we think we know about ourselves. And Freud isn't some scary misogynist subject but an serious person who actually lived and innovated; knowing Freud is just an step in knowing all of us. That's why he was the most serious and important philosopher for an while.
Freud's memory takes on the threatening figure of the end to all partying and party-goers. (Why perhaps he is the final actor in the sequence of events which began between opponents in the rap battle trying to be farthest reaching).
Why obsessively they behave an certain way impulsively that has something to do with their individual repression but probably has something to do with the collective unconscious and repressions that are felt over generations or feuds among rival people or families.
And that's why, in this story, he is the End.
When you make Freud your end psychologically, you see intuitive insight into his character and being. If we cannot know who we are, by what these things we know in our minds portend to be, then what is the purpose of our existence? And even that, maybe, is embedded in the collective imagination about what kind of character Freud was.
Freud came out on shore, and saw all of the Ocean Life laying up in the sun dying in misery; and diagnosed life with cathexis. Repressed feelings, emotions, and instincts. He made it possible for these poor sea creatures to be therapized; possible for the suffering on the shore to become the life of the party if only by accepting an course of therapy. By an process of un-repressing the repressed and corrupted memories one was able to reclaim their psychological health for themselves under ideal circumstances. But nobody believes in hypnotism anymore.
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