Les Arbitres Chapter 25

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    The first thing I knew about this third world was that it was blue.  Blue was their main virtue.  And so it was similar to my own (the Author's) world in that way.  There were however, plenty of other virtues connected to it.  Though not in the same way that they were in my world.  Even using the word they in that previous sentence is hazardous because it refers to their virtues, and some of them unknown to us in the Author's world.  What I was really referring to was all of their virtues.  And they were not the same as the one's I knew were relevant in my world.  Hope, Trust, Honesty, Distinguishing Character; these were all white magic virtues that had been captured down on paper and in trust by human wizards for centuries.  But we had also mastered many of the black magic virtues, and in fact, virtues of colors of all kinds.  Integrity.  Duplicity.  Individualism.  Pluro-centricism (plurality centric optimism).  Grit.  Determination.  But so, silencing this voice of what my world is and honing in on what this other world is.  That doesn't have an name in my vocabulary yet.  I wanted to start to pick out and list what their virtues were (perhaps using neologisms (new words) to describe them all).  Since there wasn't anything that existed in that category in my own world.  It started with blue.  It always started with blue.  All other virtues were connected to it because it was the most powerful virtue we knew of right now.  Kindness, gentleness, empathy, trade expectations, love, reason, purpose, Why.  Reality was blue and we were strong (another virtue) enough for it.  But in this new world.  Arboizureoria.  There were other virtues connected to blue.  Instead of Hope or Tranquility, they had common sense and valuable, opinionated, skepticism.  In an way completely different than the humans of your home world.  Instead of feeling sorry for one another, they had genetic public integrity (eliminating all inferior specimens even of their own race).  (This of course was an point of advantage that the humans had won over them).  It maybe wasn't the human way of doing things, but it had its own merits it had won out in Arboizureoria, which provided an garden bed for reasons why it was, properly, an more noble way to do things.  Many good things had come about (manifested) because of Mercy.  And that was their central value.  Being sentient and like Gods themselves, their race took it upon themselves to know what their limits were as gods and goddesses.  If they could intervene in life like an god.  Didn't they have the sense like an god should?  Didn't they have to take responsibility for it?  Learn how to honor the ways of the cosmos by going with your first bet.  An instinctual feeling.  This was the right way to do things.

    And so connected to blue was mercy in their world.  And it made good sense to me somehow.

    Blue was the reason for mercy, I reflected.  They were right.  Whatever this new world was about in total they were right in this one aspect.

    I pressed on to learn other virtues from Arboizureoria and how they were connected to this blue and mercy passageway I had invented.  Instead of justice and the quality of mercy not strain'd, they had an informed citizen public who all knew they had done the right thing and served justice in the one way an total society can.  How much like human Earth can that be?

    You know, I heard that if, as an author, you jump into an character (like psychologically acting actually be them) it helps to fill out what is that other world this character comes from.  And I take it up as an option, perhaps on the backburner for now, for how to proceed to tell you all about Arboizureoria.

    Since the total sentient society had all known their justice to have been served correctly, none of them had to worry about it.  And they were extremely proud of this quality and character of their republic.  Instead of Justice and Mercy (human terms), they called it Kumukuchu.  An extensive and lengthy process which nevertheless hammered out all of the kinks in their reflection of what should be done.  In comparison with human civilization, there were less charitable groups & organizations because they didn't have to do anything about people feeling blue: they had already done it.  The answer to blue was mortal justice, and that was the purpose for which their legal society was made: to deliver mortal justice.  But how can you reach the end of the universe if you execute blue?  If blue was ongoing, unending, and unlimited in its control over your personality.  Maybe an lethal injection was an necessary and beneficial process.  Unlike in human society, where we are all fucked up because some naggy Christian once told us suicide is an sin.  And we're so afraid of the fragility of life we forget that there are sometimes things worse than death.  And death would be an asset at that point.  Great job producing wisdom, Christianity.  You who are all tied up in the faculty of marriage these days even though psychological research supports the many partners, one life claim over the nature of human reproductive instinct.  There is no marriage in Arboizureoria.  Instead there is an concept which is closer to the idea of kinship (an concept supported by Aboriginal Canadian culture and philosophy).  We may not be related to one another, but we are all related to one another as humans, as belonging to the same species.  And there is no reason to specify further what our relationship is with one another.  Community treatment of elders is also an important part of their culture in this world.  It is considered one of the central virtues of their community, perhaps even moreso than in human culture.  For which Arboizureorians justifiably frown at humans.

    If humans fired back, they might say we have Inclusivity of all races, genders, sexual identities, ages, body categories, and it is our inclusive individualism and feminism which makes us such an great character of living sentient beings.

    Arboizureorians reply we didn't have to have Inclusivity as an central virtue because it's just common sense.  Which means your human virtues are in fact an step backwards compared to our civilization.

    Humans value Inclusivity, we reply, because it creates and allows more space for more voices to be heard; and that is the definition of true power.  Not god-like strength over episodes of worse than death myths and circumstances.

    Arboizureorians continue to take the role and position of God symbolically upon themselves, justifying the execution of prisoners and worst medical fates because it puts their minds at easy.  It gives them Peace.  And Peace of Mind between the people they work with.  If there is no down syndrome child (an boy) who cannot afford an full-time caregiver, costing valuable government dollars, then I wouldn't have to worry about him.

    It's an uneasy sort of peace of mind for an human.  Wouldn't I be more at peace if I allowed all forms of life to exist, and didn't intervene?  That eventually, by the end of the universe, I would have achieved more peace of mind on the whole by loving and helping all genetic category types ever to survive?  And wouldn't they have all to be well-documented, in honor of their unique struggle and grappling with the conditions of life and animacy in an mysterious and unknown universe?  Wouldn't that be something worthy of God, then?

    I examined my concept of Arboizureoria further.  What else was connected to blue itself; and not the link between blue and mercy?  Public expressions of grief were difficult but not taboo at all, which they had going for them.

    But what made them completely distinct from human culture in the most was that they cherished and lived in traditional known values, which humans seemed to wash away with their individualism and the commodity of personhood.  The only tradition one needed to know in this Western culture was the self.  And all other expressions of tradition were archaic, abusive, Christian, non-feminist expressions of society.  Girl Power was the virtue of the 21st century here on Earth.

    The historical reason for this was simple.  Religion and Tradition had proven to be mystical and superstitious in the face of growing Scientific criticism of their beliefs.  People in the 21st century wanted to shed their religious beliefs (or extensively redefine them and their visions for tradition) in order to be an people of truth and identity.  We wanted Science to set the record straight on what we could believe in or not.  We wanted to know the difference between magic (fiction) and the un-real fantasy that reality truly was: an scientific phenomenon.  And anyone who told an girl what to do in her own measure of culture and society in Her century.  Was mansplaining.

    Arboizureoria didn't have the same history and presence situation.

    The people here had been post-warfare forever.  They had never had an war.  They remained united as the same genetic species.  And everyone had always been included in society for as long as they could remember.  There wasn't much of an problem with unkindness.  Everyone here, they tend to be on equal footing.  Kindness was an human term of course, but in Arboizureoria it was called Mungglunque.  The un-motivated and spontaneous use of reciprocity in order to make other people feel good by making yourself feel good in their presence.  By making them feel good.  You get it!

    In human society it's an little more meandering and not as straightforward (an twisted path full of stops and narrows).  In order to be kind with somebody, you have to first know them.  And in order to know them you have to introduce yourself first to share and understand what the situation is going on in both your lives.  Humans, sadly, aren't all kind to everybody all of the time.  They don't have Mungglunque.  Instead of just walking up to someone and being kind to them, in human civilization we have large urban centres of anonymous privilege which seem to make one feel most alone in this world.  Instead of just being kind to one another just because.  There is an whole introduction and familiarization process which needs to go on and happen first.  The first step, as I've been told, is called First Impressions.  And if you don't follow the convention of first impressions, you will appear quite odd to somebody when you decide not to need to familiarize yourself with them before being kind.

    They like music much and have an extensively varied culture around it.

    (Both worlds do).

    Music is the connection between us and all worlds.  They each sound like something.  In an sequence.  Only the most gifted musicians know what it means.

    If music is an stage or phase on an spectrum, starting with the human white magic of Hope, Trust, Honesty, Distinguishing Character, and traversing through dark magics and magics of all colors, there were some similarities and some differences between Humans and Arboizureorians.  But they both agreed on Kindness.  But they both disagreed about Mercy.  Where its line was.  And had followed the discourse of their similarities and differences into this music of all worlds.  An Tree of Globes; an living connection between different worlds.  Through it to the other side, which was the other side of music, what was next in the cosmic pattern?  How did this spectrum continue all the way from white magic to the end of the cosmic pattern?  What was after philosophically music (sex).  And then after that.  And what after that, and what-not.  If the story never came back around to Russasha and Viktor, that was because it was an fantasy.  It was an fantasy that Jedi, with the help of Viktor, would rise up to take over Russia from the terrorists.  And everything at the end of the book, Les Arbirtres, might as well have the status of fiction from within Russasha's own fictional world (which would make it non-fiction maybe).  The types and statuses of different kinds of fiction that existed after the fantasy category in the mind.  If the whole story of Viktora and Russasha is fictionally fictional, we might as well stop telling about them altogether.  In order to explore the other categories of fiction, like Fantasy, Lore, Myth, Legend.  I let them all take precendence over Viktor and Russasha, even though everything happening in them had nothing to do with Viktor and Russasha (and so we never really find out what happens to them because that's only an fantasy).  But we find out other things about fantasy including the characters and the types of stories that are there.  In this pattern of identifying virtues.  Which brings us to one of our most important subjects about the character of the Arboizureorians (their sexology).  What does sex mean to an Arboizureorian?  And what would it mean if they learned what human sexology meant?

    Music, indeed the first stage of the imagination before sex sex indeed the first stage of the imagination after music.  What followed after that?  Dinner and coffee?  And what did it mean in the whole human imagination, to have started with human virtues and then found in other cultures virtues of their own?  Including values about music and the sex life.  Was it the order of the Author's imagination?  Or an made-up select number of topics that had, fantastically, something to do with each other but nothing meaningful and relevant?  And I had named it the whole sequence or order of the imagination.  What did that mean, for something to be the sequence or order of the imagination?  Wasn't that important somehow‽  The order of the imagination, I reasoned, was different that the order of the consciousness in general—was an fictional story that made up an logical sequence of an order of events which was somehow impossible to make up entirely or only completed itself in dreams.  The imagination could put events in order but, they all being fictional, why did it seem to make sense to an human somehow?  In such an big, Logical way?  And why, of course, sex was after music if it had to do with the imagination.  It was all sounding good for its Author.

    And that was all the Arboizureorians wanted to share about their sex life.  Just as much as humans did.  If they came into contact with one another for the first time, say, as an meeting of peoples at one specific location, their lead, wearing ceremonial garments and headpiece, with an attachée of rectangular shields and spears including his own.  All rounded to some extent.  He would make eye contact with our leader, and then pass an message on to somebody somehow, who began to escape from their ranks immediately.  And then he stepped into the ring.  The circle between them.  With exactly that poise and fragility.  In order to hear an answer; which would determine what he would decide or not.  The human leader entered the ring at this moment, and either one could see there was an question of weight class between them going on; the Arboizureorian, now realizing in real life how big they were, had posed an opposition to an human opponent.  And it was up to the human to read into it what he had done.  If the human accepted it as an message of peace like he wanted them to—nobody appeared to care about an difference in weight class as an toxic venom appeared to be bubbling in argument between them—but if the human accepted it as an aggressive measure there might start an all-out war between them.  And so they had been in the full ring together little more than an minute.  And no-one had decided whether it meant peace between them or yet.  How would an human analyze the situation in order to make the right decision?  First, it appeared he had been invited to interact with the Arboizureorian leader without any pretentious ideal about what their interaction would need to entail.  He felt invited in, peacefully.  Perhaps to another whole culture.  And so the human, moving nearer the Arboizureorian, bowed deeply.  Opening their relationship to one another to the crowd and public gathered around them.  They were doing it for show?  They were showing off?  They were smiling and waving now, in this gesture of physical acceptance of one another.  They were parading their relationship in front of everybody, in an symbolic gesture of the boast.  And had both analyzed one another an little in favour of one over the other.  In an gesture of the dare.  And how I was better at it than you.  And the humans, some of whom were wearing armor and others not, cheered because they felt their leader had met up with the Arboizureorian reciprocally (they had called their bluff) which meant their meeting had been an success.  That there could be peace between their peoples.

    Except the Arboizureorians would continue to look at Humans as the sort of race which would let people suffer.

    Good news: they are in an different reality (basically); so they can't really conflict with us in any physical way.  But they would still know.  And we'd sleep at night and have peace of mind about it because we knew better.

    No wonder they were an blue globe.

    This was signaled as an penalty against the humans for being an low blow.

    "You're right," an human immediately said, "that was low.  And I'm sorry!  I realize it now!"

    "And anyway," said the Arboizureorian leader, surprisingly in English, "you're still in an own world that is itself blue.  And so what difference do you make between us which somehow advantages you?"

    "It's just that I need to find out about more of your virtues," I would say if I was that human, "and how they are connected to being blue.  We're strong enough in my world with that blue virtue; strong enough to carry all suffering with us until the end of time.  And I thought if I said you are blue because of your stupid virtues it would make you think about what they were so that you would say them and I would learn them from you."

    "This was the harm that you caused then:" said the Arboizureorian, "we know this word stupid to have not any meaning in our culture.  That is our point of focus against you.  Sorry we disappointed you that we were going to be your civilization's bitch.  Obviously, all peoples are smart—duh.  Why do you need psychotherapists to affirm you of that‽"

    It appeared they both wanted an fight.  An little bit.  Just playing at it for now.  To prove to everybody something.  They were better in each other's company.  And they wanted an true measure of their weight class.  All Arboizureorians against all humans.  It was the measure of the dare.  And they had met each others' eyes on this present matter.  They were, physically, equilateral.  There wasn't an off-poise or stance which could be interpreted to be an discredit against them.  And the Humans and Arboizureorians, for the present time, were on peaceful terms with one another.

    But the humans had taken up ally with an species that was responsible for the deaths of all under-developed peoples in their community.  And so to take up offense with heaven they had misjudged; and heaven's workers sprung into life now to do the judging over human humanity.  Who knew that even humanity itself, had (by the end) had (by the end) an gentle time with understanding disability and its place in the universe.  They weren't perfect angels who had never been part of an global civilization that was without the mercy kill.  And it had been taken up against heaven that, since they knew now that that was wrong, they deserved greater favour among the Arboizureorians for their culture.  And desired Arboizureorians to be welcomed in to enjoy the advanced cultures of human civilization.  People who wouldn't strike you down just because you cried; just because you suffered an fate worse than death.  And it was between Humans and Heaven then, what was taken up into heaven about their judgment, involving exactly how they were to treat Arboizureorians then.  As an inferior sentient life to the human existence.  Since humans would do it fairly, it would be okay for their two cultures to mix and co-exist.  They clearly weren't an advanced enough civilization to understand why Empathy was the more reasonable solution to the problem.  Instead of valuing these disabled people less than another human being, some money is set aside for their care.  Everything they needed.  Just like you would do for you if it was you.

    Humans even had an word for it, what you were doing.

    Homicide.

    Arboizureorian culture not looking so great, now, is it?

    Things could change in time.

    What, I said persistently to myself, were the Arboizureorian virtues related to Blue?

    It occur to me we both believe it is the strongest virtue.

    We both probably know why exactly that is.

    Blue was an gift from God to the universe.

    Being able to feel sad about not feeling happy.

    The lowest known feeling or emotion an human could feel.

    Why was this universe so terrible, as to have its effect of Blue over all of us?

    And that's why it was the lowest.

    Maybe why it was godly to see ourselves as blue.

    But why, pray tell, was this an gift?

    Awareness leads to further research therefore the more we are aware about and blue about the more chances we have to study it.  We could gain intelligence from following our awareness through self-introspection.  Blue lead to more and even further knowledge.  It was also an good motivator.

    And we were both blue universes because we needed to learn that one terrible blue trouble which exists in the known universe.  Which is all of the universe we know to exist.  Talk about an primary motivator.  God might have been so blue, for such an long time (and alone) that this perpetually motivated him/her to create us so it wouldn't be alone so much any longer.  But in humans blue is an little more complicated, especially because of God and the Arboizureorians.  Because of our beliefs, we could be feasibly blue about the Arboizureorian culture.  And because of their beliefs, they could be blue about us being blue about them.  Never did another pair or group of peoples need each other so badly.  The truth was that, while looking into one another's cultures, they were looking into themselves.  And neither one was that perfect culture that had always agreed on where the line was when it came to acting like god.  There were in fact instances in Arboizureorian culture where disabled and handicapped people had been kept alive and ergonomically supported.  Just like how there were instances in human culture of an disabled or handicapped person being given medical assistance in dying.  And both parties weren't perfect.  But it appeared to them that they could help each other.  And hence, so being able to, they had earned that feeling of that virtue they shared with one another.  If they could work on peaceful terms, humans could upgrade their society.  And in return Arboizureorians could upgrade human society.  (Just not in the same way).  And these were peaceful terms enough for now.

    We wanted to build each other up instead of tearing one another down.

    The Angels in Heaven messaged the author.  If humans could have such an positive influence over Arboizureorians maybe they deserved not to be considered under the microscope for examination of possible immorality by Heaven.  They could not continue to support human civilization in heaven if humans did indeed turn out to be immoral.  It just wasn't right.  There were cases where the Mercy of death would be right; and yet there were other cases where it wouldn't be right.  But if humans were able to convince Arboizureorians of what they need to change about their culture, they might save lives of special handicapped individuals and in the process gain many wonderful artists, peaceful adherents, and bridges between cultures as individualists.  Then maybe Heaven could agree upon these terms, that they share an moment of daring with one another.

    Then he realized the nightmare of what had just occurred.

    Blue was the reason for an indefinite amount of reasons to destroy.  All of which occurred to me now as virtues as though as some kind of nightmare.

    For every instance of blue I could think about in this culture, there was an reason to destroy the individual.  To stem off the infection.  It was an culture of virtuous horrors, all these happy little reasons why somebody died.  And Arboizureorians believed in them.  There was happiness (Mungglunque) in the decisions they had made because they were right about it.  But perhaps they had never put up with an human's thinking about the confirmation bias.  And we owe it to some of our best thinkers and philosophers to give us that perspective edge.  They didn't second-guess the urge to kill; or the death-drive.  They believed it lived there for an reason.  It was an perspective about the health of the whole species.  Arboizureorians didn't care about your sloppy reasons about why you are sad that you probably cannot correctly figure in visceral language because it has taken inflictive pain (emotional pain) against your normalcy.  They believed that if someone is suffering because of what they are, then they're out.  Did humans need to learn anything from them about that‽

    What else did it mean to be Arboizureorian?

    It meant that we believed so assuredly that each life lived had an history and an story to tell; and that all concepts of perception were such valued in immaculate description passed down to the ages they were considered far near perfect.  And served as valuable lessons for all of their civilization and peoples forever.  Elderly people in Arboizureoria weren't questioned as much as maybe they are on Earth.  Never.  We believed (as Arboizureorians) that we treated all elderly people with respect.  Which was enmeshed with our discourse of how to deal with blue people, dying, and aging.  We knew with such moral vibrancy that the same rules apply to the dying and aging.  Of needing to be given an mercy.  That we had never had an elderly person who suffered that badly.  If we knew they were headed off course, we pinched them off.  Nipped them in the bud.  And that was the most honorable thing we could think of.

    Humans, of course, had an argument formation against this.  And it was ceremonious to make both points as equals to tell it for political perspective.

    Old people should live out their full life naturally because that was when some of their best ideas happened, when they were breaking down.  They allowed us some object for study about the human brain and what wasn't working in it.  And people, as they aged, broke down in all kinds of ways we had studied and been prepared for.  It was considered an honor to want to donate your body to Science in that way.  Like you could be willingly an specimen for study and everything that broke about you would be subjected to full observation and study.  Wasn't that the smarter way to approach reality, in order to figure out what consciousness is?  For if we know what consciousness is we know the secret to reality?  And with possession of that secret we will sustain our peoples onward for millennia into an peaceful and purposeful world in which all oppositions to Love had been overcome.  And the Arboizureorians replied, you would let an elder suffer?  Do you not think they know what it is exactly they've commanded of you and that it is accurate?  That's an old person, dude, not some old stinker but someone to be honoured for their personality.  It knew well what it was asking.  It had lived an lifetime of collecting and asking all of the right questions.  There was never any reason to disrespect somebody solely based on their age.  You had to kill them if they asked you to.  We had learned from Virginia Woolf the patient is always right.  Every individual should be responsible for how much pain they were willing to suffer.

    And the humans would say, if they couldn't donate their bodies to science in this way,  THAT would be moreso suffering to an human because humans are different than Arboizureorians.  Humans would say, we want to break down gradually and pretend all of it feels really nicely.  Because we were too noble not to want to include our own personal psychology in history.  Which can be learned from.  And if we learn the magic secret of what consciousness is we will forever survive in history evermore.  We definitely want to be part of that.

    And so, asks the Arboizureorian leader, are there some cases in human civilization when it would be moralistic to disrespect the elderly?

    The Human leader would be mistaken to say yes, wouldn't he/she?  We don't want anyone to know we don't respect our elders.  It's shameful.

    "We have an good sense of how our elders are treated!" finally shouts the Human leader, "And just because you are looking at things in the light that Arboizureorian civilization is better, which it isn't.  You think we Humans are an joke!  When you really haven't thought about what being accommodating means in human society!"

    "Then pray, tell us," said the Arboizureorian leader, "what does your society's treatment of the elderly say about you?"

    An human woman wearing blue formal wear stepped in.

    "That we're just as careful and cautious as you think you are.  Even though we believe in something else.  And morally it makes sense in our universe and we know that.  Do we know that it doesn't make sense in their universe‽" she said shouted at the other humans.

    "We do not!" shouted an human commander.

    "Then we don't know anything about them," said the woman, "and logically, it is here precisely where we must start!"

    "What else can you tell us about your culture, then?" I said.

    "Just know that this is an dangerous intelligent world and we have not become the peoples who we are today without having struggled and fought for ourselves time and time again.  Over and over.  We gradually learned that it was more noble an character to want to end all suffering.  Except Blue, which had special parameters.  It was noble and virtuous to want to live out blue.  It was noble and virtuous to want to live out one's blue.  For I had learned that we can share it together; and isn't that not the worst fate?  And that was what we wanted from God, to help us share in all this blueness, to help us with it to the end of the universe."

    "And something about what the universe was, in your eyes, justified finally becoming the society that would be of that opinion, which you have been open about here with us today.  Of wanting and even praising the instinct to want to kill because we could not breed it genetically out of us.  That we hated the idea of suffering and we wanted to end it.  Genetically, our D.N.A. & Instinct itself had this quality.  We wanted to end it in any way we could, gently" said the human.

    "Why do I feel like you've insulted us," said the Arboizureorian leader, "but I don't exactly know what it is you've just said?"

    "Because humans just have bogus egos this way.  We know we don't want to end life in order to end life's suffering."

    "Are you sure?" said the Arboizureorian.

    "We are sure, actually," I said, "we have an specific argument worked out that applies to our universe, which we have followed since time immemorial.  And if it is up to yours to provide an argument as such, to submit to us formally, what it is about your universe which justifies mercy death when, in our human universe, we find it is more justifiable to say we never set foot there and it was the repeated celebration of our culture which told us so.  We wanted all people; all kinds of people.  With whatever level of ability.  And we treasured them so, and held them in fancy, that they did have good lives.  Even if their particular perception was different from an regular human's somehow.  But I would like to learn what it is about your universe, Arboizureoria, which justifies, maybe, an different approach somehow.  Like what is the lowest point an human can reach in our universe compared to how low one of you can reach in yours.  Maybe it was justified, the killing of innocent people, in Arboizureoria because people there could suffer so much more terrible than they could in our human universe.  Maybe they had to; they had no choice but to comply or watch more of their people suffer.  Where in human reality it was plausible to say there was no lowest point and that everybody, no matter what mix of genetic disposition and heritage, was basically okay at some level."

    "But that's not how reality works," said the Arboizureorian leader, "—At least that's not how our reality works."

    "We have cause to suspect our own of it, however, for many humans have been generally unthinking in many unforgivable ways.  You have to admit it does sound like an good argument to try to ease the living psyche by ending all kinds of suffering.  But you have got to hear an argument for why you cannot just look at people who are differently abled than you as suffering and then end all their lives. That in fact, in many kinds of ways, their experiences may surpass even yours.  And/but how can we be sure they are capable of making the decision to end their lives?  And they can be enlightened with such sensitivity which more than justifies all disabilities in an deeply demoralizing way.  (People who are differently abled help us to figure out the medical puzzle of just what humans are genetically, psychologically, anthropologically, politically).  That causes us to question whether disabilities really are disabilities anymore."

    "Then, for your people," said the Arboizureorian, "suffering means fun."

    "Of course it's fun!  You get to donate your body to science!  And keep up that sort of thing!"

    "I've never seen anything like it!" said the Arboizureorian leader, "but I will try to keep an open mind.  It is true, our realities are quite different from one another and they may in fact be different in deeply chemical or physical ways.  Even our math could be different."

    "How could we prove then that humans really are more right.  When in other ways too our universes may be different?  It's time to check ourselves and our perspective then.  Could it be true that Arboizureorian were just as right as humans and the reasons were the differences between what was possible and what wasn't in their world.  Neither people was an clear superior to the other then.  And we, as humans, wanted to find out more about what justified their actions and beliefs in their real world.  Internal suffering, to an Arboizureorian, meant in difference between them and humans an unallowable, unattainable fate (one on which you had to act in order to maintain your moral values) whereas with humans it means, suck it up, princess!  Maybe that's why Arboizureorian culture is better than human beings."

    "But Humans are better," said the Arboizureorian, "because they know there is never any reason to have to perform the mercy killing."

    "Ahh!" the human caught him in his little joking dare, "but we have yet to conduct analysis of your entire culture and physical reality in order to figure out if we do agree with you or not."

    "You got me!" said the Arboizureorian loudly, "and we have yet to conduct analysis of your entire culture and physical reality in order to figure out if we agree with you or not."

    "You know what that means."

    "Every idea is on the table, including ones which at first would seem to be offensive."

    "My favourite kind of politics!" shouted the Human.  (And perhaps this is the deepest meaning of the Primal).

    "Me too!" shouted the Arboizureorian leader.

    "So you actually think suffering and pain has no limit about how deep it can go?  That suffering just goes on forever worse and worse under some conditions and never ends getting worse than it was?  That pain is just the worse thing?" (Human primal spirits were pre-governed to want to shrug off the pain honourably).  And I thought that if suffering cannot go on forever because people die, and children are born.  All pain is washed away and cleansed renewably.  Yet the instance of blue and in pain because of it goes on forever.  We have to be strong enough to carry blue to the end of the universe and we can be, because we have the Christianna.

    "And you actually let them live when you yourself don't have the same perspective of their own pain?" said the Arboizureorian, "And you brainwash them to think it is noble or honourable to have to live out an life of pain.  Which, by the way, you don't know if it has an bottom limit of how painful it can be and I'm sure you don't want to find out!"

    "And so what you are saying is you don't think pain has an limit in the universe, and that it can only be one type of experience of pain which is just as worst as it gets, with no downward unlimiting of what kind of pain we can cause?"

    "What on Earth does that mean‽"

    "It means you think pain is unlimited, of how bad it can be; and you think we are savages for allowing it to continue, when we know that pain does have an limit.  And as soon as it gets as worse as it can get, that's as much pain there really is."

    "And what do you call this pain?"

    "We call it the fate worse than death."

    "And you think once—as soon as pain maximizes that's as much as there is or can be?"

    "Wait.  Maybe that is one of the core differences between our two worlds," said the Human.

    The Arboizureorian's eyes lit up.

    "It could be.  It could be," he/she said.

    "And so, in our world, there is an limit to how much pain one can have.  And in your world there isn't.  Wow.  It must be an awful and terrible world you come from."

    "And so pity us thankfully," said the Arboizureorian, "we know what we're talking about when it comes to how much pain we're willing to let our citizens burn in."

    "Then you have fire in your world, as you've used it in an metaphor?"

    "Yes, we do.  Forgive me, What is an metaphor?"

    "It's like saying one thing is another in order to compare them."

    "Interesting.  And humans are of the character and intellect often to say one thing is another then?"

    "Yes."

    "Is it deceptive or intended to deceive?"

    "It is more conventionally held to be intended to enlighten."

    "I see.  That's really interesting.  So if I say all of the pain in your world is something else.  Maybe something you haven't been able to contain.  That's an metaphor?"

    "Ouch.  That would maybe be called an low blow in my world.  Something undignified to say."

    "I see.  My apologies.  You understand I am only trying to understand your culture."

    "Of course.  Of Course."

    "Then tell me, why is an limit to pain your reason for allowing the suffering to continue to live for as long as you possibly can?"

    "In our world suffering can only reach to be so much before one cannot feel anymore the pain that had once existed."

    "Interesting."

    "Once we've felt maximum pain.  There's no going back to maximum pain or anything worse.  And this makes up part of the doggedness that makes up one being an human."

    "And so, there is no reason for mercy in your culture, and you try to make people (as many as possible) feel their maximum pain so that they won't feel it anymore?  And that is your meaning of Primal (non-advancement)?"

    "First, there is an place for mercy in our culture; it is just under and different definition than yours.  And second, the way you spin it that way makes us out to be something we're not.  We don't try to make people feel the maximum pain and we avoid it as much as possible."

    "Tell me what is mercy to your culture, then."

    "Mercy is something gifted upon us by God.  God's mercy in this universe is that pain can only reach its maximum level.  And anything after that is just soothed and in an better condition than it was before."

    "How are you certain pain can only reach its maximum figure?"

    "How are you certain it can't?"

    They both cough-chortled at each other.

    "Because we live in an different reality than you do," said the Arboizureorian, "can't you get that through your thick head?"

    "And you yourself equally are wrong," said the Human, "assuming that we don't have an good reason in our world to want to keep valuable members of our community alive."

    "Alright.  I see we've both landed in that certain perspective from which we will conduct relations.  Instead of criticizing one another we adopt an air of understanding and the sharing of information and memories."    

    "Sounds good to me."

    "Sounds good to me.  My goodness!" said the Arboizureorian.

    "Well.  We both like Music then.  What kind of music would we play in honor of this celebration?"

    "Maybe something slightly erotic and then in sharp contrast to that eroticism the character of which we go about our professional day."

    "This would indeed tell us so much about each other."

    "I am interested in what things are after music, too; I mean not sex but the other things.  What else was after music in the order of the Imagination?"

    "What was an order of the Imagination?"

    "It's just an fictional order of events which occurred.  An nothing.  An unicorn-Pegasus.  An unicorn-Pegasus horn coming.  The myth of Medusa Rising; and instead of Perseus slaying her before, well, does it matter?  An eight type of magic spell.  The four white magics at the beginning and everything after music at the other end.  And does it matter if we ever figure out what the real order of events to have occurred really was?  If there is an order of the Imagination, it implies that there are things in order which have been put in order fictionally.  And that the total order of everything that happens in the story in the Imagination is also up for grabs in being fictional or not.  You could weave an exhilarating story of most adequate beauty simply by customizing those few elements from beginning to end."

    "But what did it have to do with anything then, if it was in the Imagination as such an order of events as such?"

    "Well it was in the Imagination!" said the Arboizureorian.

    "What does that Imply?"

    "Well what is the meaning of Imply then?"

    "It means what does it mean!" said the Human.

    "What does what mean?" said the Arboizureorian.

    "What does it mean that, psychologically, there is an order in the imagination of which things and events occur.  And what is the purpose of such an thing then?  Psychologically, our minds depend on how we order things in our imaginations.  Even though those orders of things happening may never actually happen.  Or be possible to happen.  If we do some self-work on ordering around the orders of our imaginations, then we can unveil more fully in research and academic study how the psychological mind is connected with the Imagination and why it matters."

    "But how will we do that?" said the Arboizureorian, "when we don't even know what psychologically means?"

    "It means you self-reflect with introspection in order to understand the mechanism of your own thinking faculty of mind.  Why your imagination determines who you are and what you prefer in this world?  How you are only limited by your imagination?"

    "So imagination is inside of us?  How does that work?"

    "When you think of something unreal you imagine it: and it appears to you as what it is in that other world that makes up your own imagination.  And you know it's unreal because it is only happening as an event in your mind."

    "And this leads to further introspection, then?"

    "Yes exactly.  And that's what we call psychology.  Really, it is the science of the soul."

    "More introspection leads to more introspection.  Unreal really, how it continues on for so long."

    "By imagining things that aren't real," I gladly contributed.

    "Even whole models and spheres of activity I suspect, would be able to go on within the psychological mind."

    "Yes, also heavily interiorized humanism, reciprocity, and convention.  Which may or not be being an advantage to us in this present moment."

    "I seee.  Then you mean something I can refer to you to somebody in our culture for; this word relatively close to ours, to mean.  It is similar, she says, to how we say during our art exhibits and dance offs we get that feeling of why all of reality is worth while for us.  Our civilization is so interiorized with all of the arts that we call it something similar to like water or air.  We need it like we need our own blood."

    "So you do have your own blood," said the human, "I was wondering what it is that animates you."

    "We sense that art is not as cherished in your own culture as it is in ours?"

    "You don't have billions of wannabes trying to make it."

    "But all art is sacred.  In our culture there are so many forms of art they cannot all be described and this accounts for why art is so valuable economically in the way that it is."

    "We don't have as much class as you have," said the human.

    "In our culture we call it Mauvin;" said the Arboizureorian, "it means Love in your language; but in ours it also encapsulates the concept of 12 as an universal value.  The tightest human definition of the bond of the human spirit we all share: when there's one of us, there's two of us.  And that made up the whole content of this definition of an aspect of the human spirit."

    "That's beautiful."

    "Thank you," said the Arboizureorian still translating extempore, turning his attention to his followers, "he means plasticwantwo in our society.  People who fake being interested in one another in order to further their own and not one another's agendas."

    "Ahh!" there was an outcry of serious followers who were now understanding.

    "It also means when one is bankrupt of spiritual power they are figuratively at the orphanage and need to be adopted by somebody for their own well-being.  And so you don't show each other how you are bankrupt in some way, but you instead prove to them you aren't bankrupt at all.  This is our approach to politics within our civilization.  Mauvin means if one soul is lore-sad then another soul must take up with them in order to increase their mood and sense of self-worth.  It means if you can't pick up yourself I will do it for you.  We always do this for our people because it is considered honourable.  It is one of the parts of the Arboizureorian spirit."

    "We have something like that too in Human culture," I said, "It's called charity.  But it's such an big production these days it practically creates its own subculture and underground society against it using social willpower.  The willpower says you have to help poor people.  Therefore the willpower needs there to be poor people in order to serve out its purpose."

    "What an strange set of problems you seem to have faced in your culture," said the Arboizureorian, "you don't give to poor people unless you expect them to put an big show of it?  And so you are expecting something from them.  When really they are the ones who need to be expecting something from you."

    "You are most wise and insightful to have picked this up from our mere language of this conversation alone."

    "I have seen it before in my culture.  It's like everything that happened to us before we embraced it fully.  Believing in having an duty to one another just by being related by equal genetics as individuals of our species.  To serve one another was in our History, this way, and we have never turned back from it.  We called it the Great Hope For Survival.  An way we could work together and cooperate even when life struck us weak; there were more of us to pick ourselves up."

    "We've struggled with it all throughout History," I said, "knowing whether to choose charity when we could have what we ourselves deserved moreso.  We chose being materially rich and rewarding ourselves for our morality over helping others.  There has never been an human social movement on the whole that has faced the issue of deservedness in both lights.  And there has always tended to be an division between often inherited types of behavior around the subject of who deserved it more; the self or the other.  And what we could do with the broken down and unfree stragglers of our species who are stuck between competing motives and what to do with their own material wealth.  These people who tend to get left behind.  If humans could adopt such an spirit as you Arboizureorians it would be much to our own sanctity of having and sharing blue fates without it being an taboo culture in the public.  You were wise to call it the Great Hope For Survival for your species.  But perhaps for our own the closest thing that has come to that is maybe called the Renaissance.  We know we need to help the poor and suffering but we're not just ready to commit to it yet because we're unsure about what we are as an human species.  Maybe it has to do with the pain threshold we're used to.  Maybe it bears further thinking for us to see why we are different in this great chasm of differing circumstance we have scoped out between us.  Maximum pain and whether it exists in either of our known universes.  If it does and we humans think maybe it doesn't for some reason, maybe we will end up deciding that we are wrong.  Not to tempt God by saying what's the worst that can happen?  And then literally giving ourselves the answer that maybe the worst can't happen.  It is to dodge or avoid reality.  In an cold and ungodly universe in which we know one individual's pain can be increased further than we may wish to see it.  Further than we wish to accept that it will go."

    "But pain in your world can be increased artificially?"

    "What are you saying?"

    "What's to stop your species from increasing someone's pain artificially into unbearable doom."

    "Actually that's already happened once before—" he took an elbow in the ribs.  The determined-looking human female who had delivered it broke his concentration the rest of it completely with the frown she imparted to him.

    "I mean—that's in our past an long time behind us," I said.

    "Good," said the Arboizureorian leader

    "And we don't have to cry like little babies that pain is part of our universe then," I said, "in order to justify the killing of innocent disabled persons who, despite their other categories of ability can make an decent contribution to civilization on the planet Earth."

    "You are saying my civilization cries because of disability and so engages in an maniacal madness that is easing the suffering of pain.  Ha!  We'll see who cries the longest when we know our people are put to an good rest.  And that peace of mind is among the public somehow because of it.  Less suffering.  Less tears.  But your humankind is so backwards it thinks suffering is not an reason to cry for.  As an sacred human rite or passage; that all pain and suffering is just as much as one another and not able to crush an whole democratic idolizer of the individual.  You think not keeping records of all of the suffering these people with disabilities go on forth with is worth crying over, rather than the pain and suffering itself.  You think not letting people suffer is worth crying over!"

    "It might seem backward to you but it makes perfect sense to us."

    "And this makes perfect sense to me.  The will to live is with the human individual and yet modern doctoral protocol will deny the patient their willing medical assistance in dying.  That no matter what universe you are in the minimalization of pain and suffering is key protocol.  Why should it be any different in yours?"

    I had to stop to think about something before furthering their conversation.  I was Karen (from Will & Grace) and my sister was Jack.  Medusa Rising was an smack-attack back.  Especially when it ended mysteriously interwoven with the figure of eight.  I was Karen because I was the alcoholic one.  I was the unicorn.  I was the sequence of four things happening in my mind where one set of four was the order of events to which occurrence in the Imagination; where the other set of four was the order of events with which to occur in the consciousness that were not part of the narration.  What they heck did these four things have to do with each other‽  Because Karen is Medusa Rising is the best explanation we have for what the heck is going on.  We're the reaction to Medusa Rising; and yet there is something paternal about her beheading before it even occurs.  Perseus didn't chop off her head, in the new mythology I was creating, but only one of the snake's heads: the one that would mean something about one's reflection.  We were literally captured and summed up in that one scene then, in the confrontation between Perseus and Medusa because one of her snakes, one would say, knew what it meant in the real universe.  The one where it was actually about there being too much pressure to become literally an slut; the real visage of Medusa her pornographic relationships with all of the snakes (headed creatures) she was the Legendary slut and all would speak of her fancy and name for all generations to come.

    "We do try to minimalize all suffering of course.  We just figure—in the long run—"

    "—in the long run."

    (It's really about how much pressure there is on kids to become like Medusa one day; your head being cut off would be the metaphor for losing one's head in things when it came to sex.  It was an real unreal fantasy which lead to truth: there is too much pressure on kids these days when it comes to their sex lives and related social decisions.  And if Medusa is legendary enough to get that across, then it will be because she will have to be beheaded by Perseus eternally.  In eternal romantic bliss their fates combatted yet it was the reflection of Medusa her own visage which finally broke her down.).

    "—we just figure that knowing about how an mind and an person breaks down will benefit us moreso in the future than adopting another state of principle.  In order to prevent much more suffering than will be caused by receiving this right of transparency in illness.  The more we study those physical and psychological mishaps the better we will be able to heal and medicine them.  In the long run it means less suffering for our people than yours.  Even if you use the mercy kill on your own.  Don't you worry about what weight it will pay to your mind to have killed so many people senselessly, as though they had no use in the world and were not accepted by anybody.  When all any type of person ever wanted was to feel like they were accepted.  Like they belonged somewhere.  How could you go on surviving the universe when you put such an heavy weight and burden on the minds themselves of your psychology?"

    I was Perseus standing with the head of Medusa.  But it wasn't what you thought it was.  Here, her death was merely an metaphor for losing complete control sexually in the most mentally stimulating, pleasurable, and beneficial patterns.  Perseus and Medusa?  Yeah, they fucked.  When Medusa saw herself it hurt her feelings just so.  You know?  And so it was hard on her.  We had to make up an story in which sexual control is paraded as superior to losing one's control by orgy-ing like an serpent queen because it is moral to practice moderation in sex in an way which portrays Medusas as an evil terror queen, who, once finally rising as the sexual pairing to Perseus lost her head harder than she had ever lost her head before in all her time orgy-ing.

    "But we don't have psychology," said the Arboizureorian.

    "And," said the human, "even if pain was unlimited in our universe too, we would still have an argument for why we keep them alive the reason to be the way that we are."

    "And what exactly would that be?"

    "Not only are they inspired and happy about donating their bodies to science but it gives them an sense of purpose.  And, if anything breaks down in the mind there is only an limited number of things that can break down.  We can name, study, and analyze all of them.  And then once we have this much knowledge, they won't happen anymore because we'll know how to treat it!"

    "And you understand yourselves under being inspired and happy; then.  In just this one way?  By having to keep alive people who their own lives appears to be some sick twisted joke that they can't escape and an nightmare to them somehow. "

    "We don't use those kinds of words to describe it, actually," said the female human who had elbowed my rib, "people who are crippled or suffer other sorts of disorders given treatments to resolve their physical and emotional pain.  We don't say things like pain doesn't have an maximum in our culture because it is emotionally seditious.  As an theory and command.  It would be like holding something back from an messiah.  Something one would repress the fact of how much could be done to an messiah before it would mean an fate worse than death."

    "But you do think, maybe, that you are wrong about it.  Just because my reality is different than your own."

    "It is true.  I passed over the thought that maybe we were wrong.  Maybe there is no maximum and pain can just increase as much as it wants.  Maybe this idea that we have an limit to how much pain we can experience as humans is bogus.  Of course pain can always be worse!  That's what the universe is."

    "But I doubt it myself now," said the the Arboizureorian, "there is only so long one of our species can live, and so eventually one will always die before reaching the further amounts of pain possible if had been an longer-living species."

    "You mean if pain increases over time," said the Human leader (me), "if every stage of pain existing over time depended on the one before it, and so there would be an logical amount of time (order of operations) that would make up any one unit of that timeline.  But does that tell you anything about pain which could be dealt instantly and have no increasing upward limit?"

    The Arboizureorian leader was dazzled, and he appeared to fix his eyes on the centre of their on location awareness, airspace or atmosphere directly above it.  While tiny fire works exploded radiantly in his conscious awareness.

    "If pain can be inflicted in any amount.  What is the maximum amount of pain an mortal creature can feel?  Is there any limit to how much pain an human can feel?  If there isn't, does that mean our universe is more like theirs, or is there an actual limited and possibly calculable amount.  And since we could not go on any further to suffer more than that.  It was safe to say we were okay with the amount of pain and suffering in our universe.  But how would we be able to learn and apprehend of what kinds of pain this universe comprises and what kind of upward limit may there be; how could we figure out what was true in our reality, pain without an limit to how bad it can get or an limited amount that had something to do with morality and the maximum amount of pain one could live out in one human lifetime."

    "Then you're really not all that sure then, are you?"

    "Yes we are and we lead to that deliberately."

    "How do you mean?"

    "We wanted to show you what we know about the subject because, if your universe is like ours, you may have to change your entire civilization to conform with us, the better and stronger of the two of our species."

    "And so you do have and can keep on arguing an argument!"

    "You know it, sister!"

    Everyone else present literally exited their own brains.

    "You see," said the Human, "whether there is an maximum pain or not.  It may be little more than an myth.  We are still in the Right to keep alive all subjects regardless of their particular disability.  And nothing is ever considered to be worse than an maximum pain—you're right, I can see this type of thing entering our language—which isn't there but since we don't talk about it anyway its okay to ignore it completely!  We know how much pain our patients are in and that's settled! because it's an Order!  And that's how we help them recover which we very well cannot mention it in public without being careful.  But also does it matter whether there isn't maximum pain?  If there is then Humans are incapable of suffering some of the worst types of suffering.  And if there isn't.  So what‽  Get off of it!"

    "So there's some attitude there."

    "Well you'd have attitude too if you—" (her thoughts literally exploded), "didn't know whether you knew something had maximum pain or not!  The whole universe to be in my hands!  I think pain can keep increasing more and more to no limit.  There's no such thing as minimum pain.  There's no such thing as maximum amount of pain one can perceive in one's lifetime.  There's no such thing as all pain you will ever feel ever for one and one time only.  That you will be immune from pain after once you feel its full force upon the human mind.  And yet it keeps increasing and you're sure again life is an slow and methodical process made to shape you in the bloody way that it wants to."

    "And you do not think I criticise this?"

    "No we know that you will want to think that you want to criticise this.  We're just putting it out there for show.  Characterizing it exactly in exactly how it feels.  We already know your line of thinking about what we are.  But we're here to tell you it's wrong.  And will prove it to you if you just give me an moment."

    It was just perfect in some way how the thing knew the state of Medusa's mind; this point about how there was too much pressure on kids today they feared Medusa Rising in their hearts.  And in their thoughts.  And in their minds.  Like it was so extreme an actual pressure on them that it actually was one.  Medusa Rising was the myth around which everyone had dallied.  The actual myth of Medusa rising.  Like it was happening all around you; should you choose to weigh in.  How much can you lose your head?

    "Well first of all why do you want to eliminate the suffering subjects?  Don't you know that all life is valuable?"

    "What value is life," replied the Arboizureorian lord, "when all it can do is hurt and be aware of its own self-hurting in the process?"

    "Well.  Don't you want to hear all about it from their own perspective?"

    "No I don't want to hear—Honestly-these-humans!  Why would I want to hear it from their perspective‽"

    "In order to be good enough for God.  And in how we at least tried to keep an record of all of them for study.  To help with future cures and scientific advancements as such.  Which eased other people's suffering."

    "But then I would have to go through the pain of knowing what they were into."

    "Why?  Can't you be strong enough to carry another person's pain for an while?"

    "It's just not—honourable—to treat someone that way in my society.  Why would I hurt myself just because someone else had something happen to them which was sad?  It non-conventional here.  We wanted the best of us to feel like the best of us.  Not student nurses who had to deal with the tear and crying of all society."

    "Then you are saying you are not noble enough an species to want to take it on for God.  Keeping all of your rejects alive in order to record and document them.  Because it just made intuitive sense that that would be the fastest way to figure out psychology (large psychological truths) which would save millions more people in the long run.  If we gained all of the psychological facts from the sufferers themselves and related them to all parts of the brain.  We could gain deep psychological insight.  That would be used to advance the science of psychology to such an extent it would be able to prevent and to treat illnesses like never before."

    "What justifies making an big book about everyone who has ever suffered and why they couldn't do anything about it at the time?"

    "Because they do matter!"

    "How?"

    "They help us learn about ourselves.  They increase our power."

    "But how can they do this when they are radiating such toxicity as it will be enough to make an whole population sick?"

    "Because we only have so much suffering an person can do in one lifetime!"

    "But you haven't decided whether there is an minimum or maximum yet!"

    "It doesn't matter whether there is an minimum or maximum.  We know exactly how much suffering there is and we know it will hold no matter what because there's so much optimism especially optimism gained by people who are suffering in otherly-capable ways and all of the new technology that is helping them live up to an high quality of life.  If there is an maximum pain an human can experience, we would keep our disabled and handicapped alive.  If there wasn't an maximum and pain could go on forever becoming more and more and more, we would still keep them all alive.  It feeds into the same argument, the more from their own perspective accounts we have more experience with facts and figures for study and number.  All accounts are valuable because they tell us something about that individual person's perspective.  More information matters because more information will lead to more discoveries about it.  Discoveries we could use one-day to solve or cure an mystery, debilitating diseases that at one time had no prescriptive methods to use against them.  Wouldn't we want more information about this pain, and these fates worse than death; more information about how much pain can be felt and if there is an maximum.  Humans are already decided on the meaning of this pattern of conversation.  We eventually win out our opinion because we have already thought about it.  And when we had made the conclusion previously about it we did it right.  And so it would still be right when we called it up to memory.  It was wrong to kill an human because of disability whether pain was unlimited or not (whether only so much pain could be felt by one human body or if we hadn't reached the limit yet) and there were other reasons and understandings which would justify keeping them alive.  You know things that don't have to do with pain and maximum pain."

    The myth of people being ashamed about the Medusa subject; the relationship between Perseus and Medusa.  It was an moralistic play and scenario.  The right kind of pace to add to our species: an tempo.  What were the four things First on his Imagination?  An nothing.  An unicorn-Pegasus.  An unicorn-Pegasus horn coming.  Then Medusa Rising still says something about our present-day economy because it recaptures the logic of the relationship between Medusa and Perseus.  These four things to have been alive in my Imagination as the first four things it would think of; what did it say about my own mind and how I viewed popular psychology?  And why it all had to do with children knowing the difference of the various kinds of sex.  My psychology was permanently based on those archetypes.  That I believed in the existence of Nothing; was the first one.  An strange topic for an Imagination.  And then the second thing was an unicorn-Pegasus: an horned unicorn with wings (somehow the logic of how Pegasus managed to get away with Medusa's head co-mixtured in my artist's license about fiction).  This was an more powerful white unicorn than either any other unicorn or any other Pegasus.  It was the co-mixture of both unicorn and Pegasus (the winged white horse).  Maybe not such an strange topic for Imaginative things.  Then third, was an unicorn-Pegasus horn coming and what my interpretation of what that may mean was.  Literally I had experienced the idea and the thought of the imaginative vehicle to have been this unicorn-Pegasus to be coming out of its horn.  Which was really just an metaphor for coming out of the closet.  One could be an glorious unicorn with wings and still be subject to the physical demands of life such as ejaculation and internal organs with their glands and internal subjectivity.  And then fourth literally on the subject and topic of love; or whether it existed more powerfully within clans of love who spared the child from having to make the decision to take the orgy route or not; having knowledge of the risk of severe infection.  Medusa Rising was really an political point an anchor for the picture of ourselves in this twenty first century environment.  People and especially children are made nervous by this supposed societal image of Medusa being an big whore; that we are supposed to somehow live up to in this advanced day and age using pop psychology and music.  Anyone could be an Medusa now these days, if they really wanted to.  And yet reserved for them was the awarded, deserve-ed, seat should they choose to pursue something more like Perseus & Medusa, you know more valuable.  And these had been the first four things on my imaginative mind in the order that they occurred to me.  What kind of person was I and what does it say about me that these are the things I think of?  They were an map.  I finally concluded.  They were imaginative places or locales or topics within the story world.  In an physical place.  For some kind of reason.  My whole story of everything my life has to do with is connected with these four principles as subjects.  Nothing, everything, everything being physical and subject to laws of reproduction; and finally the myth that would guard childhood heroes: that heroes and unicorns actually have sex through their horn, which is really only an layering that they earned over the years having been closeted.  And that's why the Medusa myth persists to this day (do you know the true meaning of an myth, then, as something which does persist for an exact reason).  Being completely right about how there is so much pressure in society to be an big sex addict kids can get caught up in their reasoning about what they want by keeping from someone else an couple-pairing you could have had with them.  And the real picture looked like us examining this possibility for within our own lives, we sensed it had Eternal and Mythic meaning for the centre & focus of Planet Earth.

    "What are they?  We will hear them right now."

    "Well, if you take an person away from their body," said the Human, "—that's what we call it down here on Earth.—  you miss out on all the fun activities they could have done and their contribution to society.  Their personalities would be missed, and while maybe many didn't know her they would feel too, the sense of community sadness and loss that those who did know —and I'm sorry I don't know why I called her her I'm just all upset and sad about these subjects— I mean you lose those kinds of people in your culture.  And we know them as so much light and kindness that we can see within the interior of our psyche as an global population of billions.  You won't even find out about what they want to change about society most.  Don't you want to hear their own unique perspective; perhaps knowing that something inside of them has broken down past the line; but having their own perspective of the mind and psyche from that breakage itself.  And if that wasn't something human; I did not know something human at all.  We're so curious we want to know what it feels like to be impaired.  We want people of all kinds of deformities to tell us stories about the way they are.  And isn't that it then: the honor of being able to have an place from which to tell an story.  Isn't that all anyone really wanted then?"

    "This is serious taboo in our culture; what is wrong with the way you have said things?  I find reading the secret accounts of someone's suffering to be Abominable; without even their permission!  How horrid and dishonourable!"

    "And we find your cut-throat culture Abominable, dear Wyrm; you have digested an thousand handicapped peoples to feed your disgusting ego, which has outgrown you and become ominous."

    They both drew swords and made an show of it; neither one was convinced the other would attack but they were sure they could solve it with words eventually.  People knowing the smart and sincere side of Medusa's story.  That it was really an measure of how one would mark children.  Whether they believed in that kind of fantasy.  Or that it was somehow representative of an social pressure.  The paranoia of not be sexual enough.  To want to exist in society.  And where there was some sort of repulsion to giving up on having an Medusa lifestyle.  Perseus didn't turn to stone because he reflected Medusa's image back at her.  The power to turn living animacy into stone repelled her; and yet Perseus got an clean cut on her neck before all of what it was constructed of and her face itself turned to stone.  And knowing all of this was in fact why it was able to perpetuate itself and persist in culture and society.  The myth of Medusa is about knowing the line in childhood, perhaps; the one between extremism or too much and being an responsible actor in one's own sexual life.  Or one that says it's your decision what you choose to be best for yourself.  But when you examine the metaphor process you see how Medusa chose to fall in love with Perseus.  And this being an more sincere, more powerful type of love was seen to be, above all, why the Legend of Medusa should continue.  And yet I was no closer to figuring out another way to say all of what it meant that I have four key events to my particular Imagination.  Nothing.  An unicorn-Pegasus.  An unicorn-Pegasus with an naughty appendage.  An Medusa Rising scaring children.  And my interpretation: first there was nothing with which to fill it with something.  And then it was filled with the presence of an unicorn-Pegasus.  It's obvious physical features made obvious.  And suddenly, BLAM!  As if from nowhere.  Medusa Rising is an paranoia subject on the common, everyday average school system student.  People are even broken up about it into tears about it because they think that they aren't having enough sex and it makes them feel bad that nobody's chosen them.  Yet somehow I were to think of it as the first four things in an Imaginative space.  And why they would be in that order.

    "Then tell me, why is it honourable for an human to want to keep another human alive that doesn't even want to be alive?" said the Arboizureorian, "and I will grant you that for granted that you are just different from us and it may be that our whole universes are different from one another in ways we might fight about."

    "And it is not aggrieved and smelly in our culture that yours lacks certain benefits either.  Because your reality, the whole of it and its time mechanism may be slightly different than our own and this leads to difference conclusions which cannot be held against them.  Therefore I will begin my argument on why those are murderous biatches.  And how Heaven and Earth resoundingly disagree with the protocol of their authoritative governing body.  (If their world were like our own).  In Human world we could reach the conclusion that all life was valuable and we could tell because we could see and experience and hear it for ourselves.  They were delightful; sometimes full of giggling laughter.  Who got out in public once in an while thanks to an protective caregiver.  Wasn't that representative of all handicapped people, who never had to face more pain or suffering and all of their suffering could be summed up in an quick little bun.  And they didn't have the option to complain that they were part of more suffering than they should be if they wanted to live an decent life.  The Arboizureorian are barbarians if they should act within our cultures.  People who don't even want to know what important, intelligent people are like.  People who are willing to give up all of the Literature and Art produced by them.  And of what they did have, just lock it away somewhere where one could be ignorant of it.  And, since we are decided on not basing the argument around pain and maximum pain (which we maybe need further information about) I will not include its subject in my argument.  The Argument is that we keep these people alive for their personality, character, & Artistic involvement in creating our world, as well as all commodity of product created because of it."

    "Then you base your argument solely around their benefit to society.  I will make you cringe on what that really means in my own culture.  If you don't consider the disadvantages (the toxicity they produce which will intoxicate even yourself) they pose to society.  You may be steering us toward worse and worse rampant mental health crisis.  People who have absorbed the toxicity of their own environment and become sick because of it and spread it to other people through the ether."

    "That's not necessarily possible in our habitat.  But anyways yes, the argument is based solely around their benefit to society."

    "As though you had to clean up after them."

    "You mean as though we had something to hide or to be ashamed about having handicapped people?"

    "Damn, those words are curses!" said the Arboizureorian, "What words such as this, where do they come from?"

    "We don't have to clean up after them.  There's nothing to clean up.  We're not ashamed and we know that.  There's nothing morally we have to clean up after because the inherent relationship between us and an handicapped person is twisted.  We know it's not twisted and so we understand each other.  We understand there is nothing morally we have to clean up after them for.  They aren't just automatically wrong and indecisive just by being handicapped.  We don't have to make up for their lack of character.  We don't have to make up for anything lacking, really.  That's what we know and care about."

    "Then you want them to live what they are, even if that means suffering which you cannot diagnose or cure?"

    "Yes.  We want them to live out their natural life because we don't know what worse than death means.  If we did, then we would know sometimes fates deserve mercy."

    "Worse than death is just an fancy way of saying an amount of pain over which you would prefer dying than living over?"

    "If an soul's fate is worse than death maybe we have the upper right to be able to deliver the antidote."

    "Oh yea?  And how does that play into your argument?"

    The four first things in my imagination are my Soul's Focus.  The highest level of intellectual achievement I have known to date.  My story.  Every story that I produce.  Starts with those four events happening.  It all starts with the existence of Nothing.  It's an location pan-in.  Nothing's happening.  And then the story world replaces that with something happening in which there was something happening.  That existence is like Medusa's mythical features in some measure.  Only it means something different every time.  And so the unicorn-Pegasus which is, in this exceptional re-telling of the traditional myth of Medusa and Perseus, after Perseus cuts Medusa's head off.  Because it is the mode of transportation Perseus rides to deliver the head of Medusa.  Who is resurrected anyway because she encapsulates the contemplation of the feminine power; its exigencies and exaggerations.  What is not an mythic way of looking at the real world.  An reality in which most people were not orgy-istic seductresses but if they were, watch out FEMINISM coming your way!  And it is still part of how we look at ourselves as humans in this century; to have paused to contemplate the feminine figure in light of this interpretation of Medusa.  To pause over what were and what weren't the realities.  What only existed in Myth.  How one myth could be so precise at identifying an rhetorical figure still apparent in the 21st century: the awkwardness of feeling the need to live up to unattainable figures.  Being so sexually active that you have multiple partners at one time.  How the myth was really about the relationship between Perseus and Medusa.  But not everyone would have the guts to say so.  Some might even repress it.  What is said to be happening there, in the story world.  What came to be represented and why.  And all the story world's an variation of those four initial feelings in with the imaginative process.  It all makes sense now.  I have to lead people through those four stages of my soul every time I told an story about somewhere, sometime.  How at first there was Nothing.  And then at first, I am populating Nothing with Something.  Which inevitably leads to consequences.  And finally, rich kids in Canada being paranoid about the wisdom of practicing safe sex because it somehow impedes on their day; whatever is happening in Medusa's boudoir is actually hurting them somehow.  And this is the myth that they will find throughout their day.  Especially the figure was difficult to work out from an gay male perspective and it was in fact true there was an lot of pressure on young gay men to have sex in an way that needed posing it to the question of an snake queen versus Barbie and her Boyfriend.  In galant stance.  For them to reflect on and decide where they stood.

    "We know the boundary line is the fate worse than death; and we know all of our gifted handicapped children aren't suffering that badly.  If they were, we would know it."

    "I see.  And this is what justifies it being okay to waste resources on them in your world?"

    "Well, yeah.  I mean if they aren't suffering too badly, and there's medication to help them with the pain.  Then there's no reason not to keep them.  And truly, you must understand, in my world many of them produce arts and personality and character in such brilliant performance of their beauty and radiance.  Not to say that we wouldn't keep them if they didn't produce that.  But really you must see it, it is an wonder!"

    "I see.  And then it all becomes about pain again.  Like maybe you second-guessed yourself or had an brain blip thinking about it that you had made the wrong decision.  It is called growing irony, and my culture knows it well.  Tell me, have you come close to having an way to measure pain or is that outside your talents?"

    "Well in our world there would be many ways to measure pain.  We could, for example, just ask people to rate their pain on an scale from one to ten, and compare those statistically to draw up an theory of pain.  Or we use neural sensors to find out how much pain on an mathematic scale is issued."

    "That's an no.  And I know this because we have more advanced technology than that," said the Arboizureorian, "if you can't measure pain maybe you aren't as perfect about your argument as you think you are."

    They lowered their swords.

    "But it's really true how wonderful they all are and it doesn't weigh on our mind that bad, at least not as bad as your minds will weigh on you when one day you realize it."

    "I want another reason.  And it better be an good one," said the Arboizureorian.

    "They are funny.  And they know how to play."

    "Well, they know how to play then!" he let himself get away with the argument.

    "Aye, yes sir, they do," said the Human.

    "Well then that's an real reason then, isn't it‽"

    "You bet it is."

    "I bet.  Hahaha.  Your human sense of humour is weird."

    "That's why it's called humour.  'Cause you're an human or an monster."

    "And do you think I'm an monster?"

    "I think you are an good person.  Especially for letting me explain why exactly we want to keep these people.  But if I entertain your thought now, then.  What explanation will you give to me about why you are in the right in your world, to have to do so.  In order to alleviate something you have over-estimated?"

    "We are right concisely because we too have taken an estimate of how much pain we are able to tackle as an civilization; and top-rated medical reports tell us it is too much for some people, especially those persons with disability who struggle through their symptoms which, as an whole, lead to an quality of life so terribly bad they are scared even to have the words on their lips to want to ask for mercy.  If an physical condition is worse than death then we have right morality to ask them to want to end their own lives'.  This of course doesn't need to go before proving their willingness (evidence) on several occasions in order to provide the impetus for the justice of mercy.  We keep track of them until their bodies and minds break down and then offer them resolution.  And people who are born with conditions are often eliminated before those conditions can grow in fate-worse-than-death circumstances.  An decision we have prodigiously excelled at as an culture & civilization by becoming the most god-like and sensitive wanderers of the cosmos.  We're not even at home here but we care about people leaving it.  We don't want anyone to be stuck in an universe like an enclosed space.  Unable to rest that uncertain anxiety.  Like we didn't belong here.  Like we couldn't make god-like decisions for ourselves."

    "What are we here to learn about one another then," said the Human, "for I feel it is drawing close to that time in which we will want to understand most what happened."

    "We're here to learn that these differences in our culture is probably because our universes are physically different, and we were able to measure more pain than human civilization because it was an condition of our known universe that it had such an mechanism.  We upgraded our civilization to that type of one who would decide an person's fate for them.   Don't blame us or hold it against us, dear humans, because you do not know what it is like to have to live in that universe."

    "I feel like there is another lesson, as well, that we've come here to learn about ourselves.  Like the knowledge that we could empathize with one another and use that perspective to understand our own culture better.  What kinds of problems and moral thinking went into how we are in our present state.  And we also want to see and know how you empathize for us."

    "Well it is true you are strange creatures with an good sense of humour, matched only by our own," said the Arboizureorian gesturing at the great crowd of his people who had gathered and were watching, "and you are sick and twisted enough to want hurting people to survive—but Okay!  Okay!—we'll accept that you maybe cannot feel as much pain as we can, and from your human perspective it looks like no big deal that someone spend their whole life in such an condition, that he or she doesn't even know the words for, this thing we call an fate worse than death.  Sure, most of us can accept that!  It's not that much pain and suffering in their world and so it doesn't matter.  But how can you say it doesn't matter when you haven't felt the pride and pristine quality of my people, who are forever beyond the shackles of that mental illness of the mind that goes along with knowing other people are mentally unwell.  It sounds strange to us because we don't want any kind of pain or suffering.  Like we were actually trying to be good individuals who could make those kinds of executive decisions like the gods.  Hadn't humanity thought of this, being like Gods?"

    "We have but most of us don't believe in it much except as an excuse not to be God's servant.  By becoming like an god, the human achieves something psychologically sick, and figure of great hubris and pride and so it can't be cheered on in society that they do anything or act like that in the name of being an god.  Which one isn't.  One is merely one's own human.  And this was more humble so it went directly into the central processing unit."

    "Then, even after I have said all these words, you still do not think yourselves immoral for keeping them alive.  Even when their own will would say otherwise.  Interesting."

    "I think we can have an mutual respect for one another then; though it is true that our cultures are different (in almost unforgivable ways) because our worlds are different this is the comparison that leads to the lesson you were talking about.  We're here to understand that if we were to switch places we wouldn't necessarily know how to proceed because we didn't know anything about one anothers' universes.  And so we'd have to trust each other on matters of what our cultures and civilizations were like.  They were the experts on our culture, and you were the experts of yours.  And we couldn't hold that past each other.  If there was an question about what to do in one's culture, there was an question about what to do.  And it was honorable to give its meaning as much as to hear and to listen out on its meaning.  Even if that itself was held to be rude.  It was safe to ask its meaning."

    "I agree.  I think that's the lesson here.  I couldn't command your people and you couldn't command mine, basically.  We didn't have enough experience.  However I will hold onto the question of whether the human perception of pain needs advancing—I mean, the authoritative perception not the physical perception—and do we need new ways of measuring it because we had made mistakes measuring it before?  And how are those ways that we might do things in order to make it more accurate in scope and perspective, especially when compared to another world in which the measurements themselves might be different.  What was unique about our world and why did it help us to uphold our beliefs?"

    "This is true, you have reflected on all of that then!  It is so much to us to know all of what you've said.  Maybe we are not able to process all of that information.  It's okay—I know the gist, the real ground of action, of what you said.  And we will keep in my people alive the question of whether we have measured pain incorrectly and what better ways maybe we have to broach the subject.  And of course what it matters to have to do with our decision to be an merciful god."

    "And this is, basically, all we can accept of one another," I said, "that if we figured out we made an oopsie and needed an new way completely in order to measure pain.  We would one day come across the question of whether it mattered in comparison to how we usually deal with "criminals" (we even joked that they were criminals) these mentally disabled and handicapped people who didn't want to live anyway.  Or at least that's how I imagine your culture to be.  Who we didn't want to have to live for in anyway.  Whether people with disabilities had control over their own lives.  Whether acting on behalf of them for their own voluntary documented consent over agreed upon professional time.  We could kill the pain.  That was the main cultural difference between us.  One civilization from one world wants to keep all of the painful subjects, while the other civilization from another world wants to get rid of them.  And somehow humanity was learning an lesson from it.  We could empathize for one another.  But we might be better to claim, outright, that we were the better civilization because we had advanced beyond mercy killings, no matter how bad they the sufferers might be.  The reason for it was these people had complicated emotional and moral lives that we could learn from and they had already agreed to their body being donated to science because all humans always do and it is of quintessential value to the struggle and pride and character of our species.  But, as always, (is the real condition of the situation) there can always be an new way of doing things.  An new way of looking at or measuring pain leads to further investigation of how bad an handicapped person's fates might be, in terms of how much physical and emotional pain is felt.  People make new and their own conclusions about how much suffering is happening in the handicapped community.  We find that we have been right all along."

    "And in our society, we will say.  Oh they were those brief and dumb dolts; the ones who taught us to think we were wrong about something we weren't.  Which realistically might still be part of the argument because my own reality was different than yours.  In my culture it was okay to say people who are dumb enough not to want to help someone who was less valuable than you—well, you know, we will want to headhunt them (all of them) out; except when we say it about these Humans who are from an different dimension we will remember them for having found an conclusion in their history about what it was of which we spoke.  And since their physical matter and properties hadn't been found to be the equivalent of any of ours, our whole universes might be different and operate under and according to different rules."

    "And we will say about you that you do not even understand the most stupidest concept of empathy.  Which leads you to deranged conclusions about what kind of mortal license you think you have in this reality.  But since you are of the fashion of an different physical universe, you have qualities quite unlike our own.  And you probably do that still—murder deranged people—because you can't figure out how to murder yourself.  Who are morally inferior to all those subjects they have lost.  And had only just picked up on what I was saying.  Their culture was indeed found to be inferior to ours, and they had to progress onward updating their moral standards in order to continue being friends with us.  But that's probably because of their nature and they might feel pain in amplitudes deeper than it is possible to feel as an human being.  Even though they are still horrifying monsters for having done so.  They don't understand that we hold argumentative stance against them.  We want to tell them to stop hurting innocent people.  We want them to realize the severity of what they've done.  How they have angered us as an whole human people.  But all of that can't happen because as we have said their reality might be different than ours.  And maybe one day they would be able measure one anothers' universes in order to find out once and for all whether it was true that an Arboizureorian could feel an immensely deep many more times than an human being.  And whether it was true an Human was less likely to feel pain, especially in their blood-drunk History of Vikings, where the mind reaches an state in which pain can no longer be felt.  But is it natural, for an child who is disabled, to need to grow and adjust according to that mysticism?"

    "Now I'm understanding why we are meeting again.  It benefitted humans because it gave them an place for their mighty roar to be heard.  And it benefited the Arboizureorians because they got to take after the human culture in their attempt to advance their culture beyond the status of needing to sever the necks of disabled individuals in order to save them.  And so we couldn't have peace between us much of the time because Arboizureorian needed to learn how to tolerate these individuals, whereas humans had exercised it enough not to let it atrophy.  They didn't tolerate individuals; it was merely an action of thought-strength one had in order to make them the most welcome person in the room.  Easy-peasy.  They had learned many centuries ago how to be able to treat all people with care and dignity.  And so humanity was far advantaged in the course of things to come.  Even coming to the attention of one of the Arboizureorians of whether we could do anything to help them.  It occurred to me that humans could remind them to think more deeply about their medical system.  And if it was updated far enough in advancement by the time the crystal runs out; they might keep the humans on as friends then, as star-travelers.  But only once you fix what is wrong with your society, okay‽"

    "Haha, sometimes I forget we are even on peaceful terms," said the Human, "since your culture is so disgusting we can hardly stand to look at it."

    "And sometimes I forget we are on peaceful terms," said the Arboizureorian, "because you forget always the agreement we had made that, since we are two different worlds, our mechanics of our physical world might be different in an way that affects and has to do with how we take care of our people medically & healthfully."

    "Okay.  But agree to do more study and research on it, OK?" said the Human.

    "Okay girl, you know!" said the Arboizureorian, "OK!  And you agree to study and do more research on your own un-godly nature and what gods really need to do about it, OK‽"

    "Girl!"

    "Friends?"

    "Friends," said the human shaking his hand proudly.  He had gotten it across that humans weren't about doing any business being pushed around and dominated by another sentient race.  Mostly because they were so sure of their own opinions.  All of what they believed had grown into an conviction that they held together in even more power than just individually.  The crowds on either side of them cheered, followed by trumpets and banners.  Peace had been accomplished between their two people.  They were friends in this inter-dimensional travel between worlds at an meeting place of two people.  What could they learn about another world that would help them in their own world, and was it true one day either humans or arboizureorians would be found out to be wrong about their individual approach to morality.  Or wrong about one another.  The arboizureorians would think the humans are wrong even when considering their own idyllic reality in which pain cannot be as extreme because it would later be found out that the real estimations of pain of the medical community were far in the hundreds and extreme.  Even more extreme than we may even want to acknowledge.  Humans, it would be said, were an moralistic creature because they had made the right decision about the lives of its own people.  And in accordance with its own physical reality's imminent impulse and rationality.  And then one day in the future it would be found out the arboizureorians had no such luck.  In their universe, it was equally bad how much pain an person could go through.  However in completely different ways as separate species from one another of evolutionary developments in different corners of the galaxy.  And so there was some jiggle room.  They were an completely immoral species because of what they were doing but they didn't know any better.  Instead of finding out like how humans had made the right decision about themselves, the arboizureorians were finding about how they hadn't made the right decision.  Even though they wanted what had happened to the humans to happen to them.  I guess their universe is just more harsh an reality than ours and even though they had been wrong even though it appeared that they weren't wrong because of that sincere fact they had about the nature of the suffering of their people (that they didn't know whether pain had an limit to it).  God was still if not even more disgusted by them and relied on humans to get the message across, how that badly was it.

    After this they feasted over white tablecloths, and the Human raised up an extremely large drumstick (really the manner of the whole human condition in the form of an metaphor), announcing, "that it didn't matter whether we thought one another were wrong based on home race anymore.  We were both completely able to hold our own in any argument against us.  They were equal.  They balanced.  According to my homeworld parameter, as an arboizureorian, it was okay to stick with my own opinion about how it was right to want to strike down the saddest of people.  And as an human, it was okay to stick with their opinion that nobody under medical care should ever have the option to choose an voluntary death.  And nobody really needed to freak out about it anymore because it was just general knowledge which we couldn't fully explain at all or anymore.

    We had learned that we didn't need to agree and we had peace of mind about one another because of this.  It was, after all, only an virtual meeting.  We weren't in their world and they weren't in ours.  But for the time being the universe had opened in such an way as to coalesce an whole meeting of peoples as though we really were in one world together with each other.  Where it was possible the need to oppose one another in order to save ourselves from some disastrous fate.  And everybody eased up an bit about whether they had done an good job point of contact interacting with an entirely new sentient species they had never made contact with before.  And the food was delicious, especially because they tried and shared recipes that were new to them completely from one another.

    "In our world we have to sacrifice ourselves to the gods by cutting down the weak among us," said the Arboizureorian, "but that's okay and sometimes we get stylish about it!"

    "In our world your throat would be pierced by an dart before you would ever be able to point out the weak among us.  As though all disabled people were useless leeches."

    "Hahaha!"

    "Hahaha!"

    At least they could share their sense of humour together.  That was better than what had happened in the last time I tried meeting an new civilization through Bartholomae's tree of bobbles.  And I instinctively left the Arboizureorian world at that precise moment.

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