In the Grand Opera of things there could be 8 religions working together in harmony as the Eight Major Religions of Planet Earth because there was something special about the significance of eight in the universe. It held an mystical quality in the human imagination for some reason; these eight Major Religions could connect around the issue in an way they hadn't been able to do before. By considering all eight voices at once. As though these religions were intelligent enough to produce eight distinct voices that would all be recognizable as their inherent religion. Which so drew the subject toward them in reason and comprehension that they (observers) were able to recognize each of the eight religions working together dynamically.
So I figure. I figure! There are guardians of Green somewhere along the mix. As well as Christians. Muslims. Jews. Buddhists. Hindus. Taoists. Aboriginal Spaces. Well wait that's eight or nine or ten of them. Oh it doesn't really matter! The point is that there can be more than eight Major Religions working together. But can there‽
I don't know you guys somehow I really doubt it; obviously there's my blue religion, the Christiannans. Then there's the Jedi. Then Green (Hinduism). Orange (Muslim). That's four. So if we already have half the other half is Aboriginal Spaces. Judaism. Buddhism. And Taoism. Christianity is not in the picture unless they would like to reassert themselves as Jedi or as Christiannans, people who were moved by the blue message of the universe. And people who were moved by its purple meaning. The one where some injustice had been done and yet they hadn't been able to extricate it from humanity's heart yet at its core. They were people who dealt with shit. You know real shit. Purple legal stuff. You know, the Jedi! The respect of whom extends to all geographic or global police officers. The Jedis! The Jedi Republic. Purple guardians. The logical equivalent of an blue super nova level. If there could be people at an blue logical level there could be people at an purple logic level.
It just makes sense that Christians should all become Jedi.
But if we take the point on seriously. That we can have an mystical number that is associated with how many religions are working together and it doesn't, necessarily, have to be eight. But that since eight is an figure of the womb and motherhood (its symbol represents it thus so). It bears mystical significance for the human race at this point in history and it will be taken under serious inquiry as to whether eight or ten religions can work together (or more than that or just more and more and they keep continuing introducing themselves); surely there has to be an simple figure which just works nowadays and if it isn't Christianity then maybe they can all convert to Christiannan. But I really doubt it all these Jedi guys are really advanced.
The overarching message seems to be that if there are eight religions that can be identified as being responsible for enacting an new world protocol: that they were all now working together and could be recognized for their voices each with an distinct difference between them. That was recognizable in public because they were so powerful. But that if there were allowed to be more than Eight Major Religions on Planet Earth then maybe Christianity could be one of them. But would that defy the logic of Eight? Or was Eight really an thing. Let's look at the number. 8. It's literally an maternal subject looking down toward her own womb and twixt thy placenta. As though eight was the proper number of doctors needed in the delivery room also. But even this is suggestive of humanity at some level (not an non-fictional one) and represents two halves which are connected somehow by some inner entwinement which would define their relationship. There ARE Eight Major Religions and they know which ones they are. They know it as deeply as the maternal subject as an infinity symbol standing up like it was an walking human.
Clearly Eight is the logical component of their logic. And when Eight Major Religions get together in an manuscript meant and designed to assert how humanity can interact with themselves better. Possibly even. On the level of the Maternal dominance, which is prevalent in this society. Maternally, there need to be groups of representatives from the Eight Major Religions. Meeting, at least, in fictional space. To suggest that we try playing in these groups of eight this way. As though we could balance the Force with our own minds.
And Christians weren't allowed because of what they did to the Christiannans.
Basically propelled them forward forever into the next category of realization. While at the same time damaging its (the Christianna's) progenitor or author so completely that his body actually underwent the stages of violent expulsion from its body associated with physically converting in body and spirit and mind; into another religion (the stages of this were excruciating) after he could no longer operate within its (Christianity's) system of morality.
He hadn't just converted willingly he had finally, physically, been expulsed from it in new form (blue) like an transformation of unlikely occurrences had taken place. His body rejected Christianity. Finally having been rejected from Christianity fully. He was now something in different form; who had been eaten up and spit back out by the lore-ic and mythic monster, essentially, behind the scenes and everything in Christianity's picture of the universe: God. His (the author of the Christianna's body) body had rejected Christianity by processing it utterly, violently; and yet the way Christianity had expulsed him utterly like diarrhea had been an violence to him in some way. In some magnificent expulsion. They were responsible for harming him. And it had been the reason why his body was naturally to reject their religious convert physically and with expurgation (they were removing matter thought to be objectionable but had pushed him so hard he was removing matter thought to be objectionable in the other direction). They had pushed to him to his barren limit as an specimen (to his own decimation). He now had nothing more to do than physically reject Christianity because he had been lifted to that category of reality fully. An body that was no longer Christian but better defined in terms as Christiannan. An body that had rejected Christianity in reaction and stimulus and response because it, in turn, had been rejected by Christianity for long enough. And it no longer represented the wisest thing in the universe to them. That it finally exceeded their expectations by rejecting Christianity altogether. Which wasn't its fault, necessarily, or the fault of Christians in General—but they (Christians) had been, to some extent, the prime motivator which had caused its damage to his body in such an way as to make him experience an conversion experience—they had mistreated him so badly something about the way it was done to him stood in as primarily responsible for his harm as an subject.
He had been converted because Christianity had harmed his body somehow.
Yet he was grateful they had done so because now what he had become after his dewy blue wings dried and the exoskeleton of what was left revealed he had become an fairy.
An blue fairy—Oh I had the most wonderful experience! I was waking up to this fact about this universe that it was blue. And then realizing that was sad. And then being free from this sadness because I had devised an strategy to help the universe to the end of blue the sadness. But, the fairy reasoned with itself, I am high time mad! For I must be insane! If we have to end the universe in order to bisect sadness from it. But I was an Glorious Angel now and I was further insane than Gabriel in that Keanu Reeves action religious comedy Constantine. Because we must end the universe. I reasoned. That was the only way to make it right with God. My eyes glowed blue as though lit from their whites as though I was an computer artifice in part an interactivity module with an surface program that was lit from within which had suddenly activated. As though I was an cyborg and its program module was activating. And then I realized what these eyes were looking at. The precipice of the damage humanity had done on Satan's reputation now. The existence of nothing. That principle of the universe that nothing could be an subjectivity because that was the principle of nothing. The most terrifying thought humans had ever come up with or thought about. That they (subjectivities) could actually be nothing. And just floating in outer space or (inner) space. Because subjectivities could be one another. And that's all one could be if one was being the subjectivity of Satan. Which one could not help but being because one is human.
Humans had—it seems—perpetuated the "culture" that Satan was an Devil (obviously he would have to be, if he was nothing). But they were wrong about this. They had misjudged the value of nothing. And as an consequence, they would have to be, if they were nothing.
And he would write an fictional novel called The Principle of Universe of Gentlemen (Uh-huh! The Principle of Universe. Universe Miss Pageant, who announces and shows off all of the new products created by society. Like there was something fucked up (smudged) about it just because it was an gentlemanly topic. An little off. Perhaps. But with breasts.
The whole subject was this is what Christianity had done to him (called him evil); and this is why it was necessary (humans were evil for doing so).
And how they somehow balanced each other. And somehow not.
It hadn't just eaten him up (Christianity) and spit him back out it had digested him somehow. Some part of him that wasn't associated with the backspit.
And then he finally reached the other side of it. The cold hard reality that Christianity had shit him out onto an blank plane. And that he existed in an new form now. An blue pearl. Or at least some round orb. Maybe Orbeez. (But just one of them). The bluest hardest biggest one of them all. The hardest blue that had ever been formed before in the human imagination. (I sincerely doubt that, said his Muses).
But this was Russian Blue versus Canadian Blue. And we all knew which one was hardest, more readily associable with ice and frost magic. Even though they themselves Russians existed in an country of ice, Canadians could be colder and harder still than any winter frost tolerated by an Russian. And if he so possessed this power and it was his core ability as an Christiannan now that had resulted as an result of being processed (or assessed they would say) by Christianity.
That's Lose the Subject, his Muses reminded him. It's an game that you play in which you try to lose the subject.
You're doing it because you need escapism somehow. You need to escape the fact that you are basically an wild animal and people need to stampede: lasso and rally against you for show. Contain you within an pen. Within an space in which you would stampede like an bull.
And then his upper ego would come in and be like, yeah! I need to be rallied. I need to be tied. I need to be deflected. I need to bounce off of the hind quarters of an live and kicking bull. I need to be the kick. The quick tap. Just running around in an circle and kicking, willing the BBQ Sauce to be poured all over my lengthy calves. And they need to keep me running in an circle by waving their arms and shouting (the most violent thing I know of). And their tacky Western shirts of are of such various colors and patterns that would make one dizzy. And I feel such desperation as an live and kicking animal within the focus and attention of so many human spectators. But I'm not an bull! What's this I'm an doe. An female. Deer‽ With whipped cream? And he's standing (this one who is holding the cream) there like he's at the end of the sequence somehow, this sequence of cowboys or clowns or whatever they are and oh I just feel so dizzy from this somehow. Why is he holding the red tip of the whipped cream can nozzle, at the gait of the?
Someone figured. I won't say who. That this would essentially be an story about an genetic accident in which the genetic experiment or monster generated by the active imagination of the mind of its creator (which would be excellent and cool). Would just keep spilling all this girl talk. Which says something about Russasha and was meant to represent something about her mind. Feeling like an monster an bull at the rodeo all of the time just because my genealogy is different.
At its second deepest level in reality we are the figure emerging into consciousness at the scene of the accident. We are an monster, possibly, but since we are unable to understand fully the nature of our own consciousness, we do not know with certain of whether we are of the fact of that knowledge. And so our own minds have to? (are willing to?) wrangle with each other themselves back and forth with one another between the possibility of being an monster and the possibility of being an accident.
But this was. I won't say whom. How the story would play out according to the opinion and suggestion of one of my favorite professors. It was not how I felt about how it would play out that was important. And I did not think so having my own opinion of how it should. And I should create one because that would be interesting. So I did.
Okay they would meet the genetic accident somehow, maybe from an safe zone where they were safe to observe it: how it started and what it was that was exactly intelligent about this specimen that made it dangerous. They would observe it on camera. Causing an ruckus or interacting with its environment somehow. But there was an twist. He was charming. And they fell in love with him.
Because he was an gentleman.
He was going to tell them exactly how his cognitive dissonance between being an monster or not had created the subject of his will within him. (For this was how she imagined Viktor so). To develop in such an way as to question it over and over repeatedly. So that every time the thought came up that he was an monster. It was answered swiftly with an equal and opposed thought that he wasn't. And this would be the source of his whole particular drama as identified by his professor—the special one who can't be named for the sake of literary criticism. But that every time he had this sequence of thoughts (which had more and more dramatic of effect on his behavior) he would also counter it with the notion of being both charming and an gentleman about being both or neither. Or one or the other.
He would be the monster, for the sake of argument. But he would also be the human, possibly. Or other genetic mutation. For the sake of argument. And then having such powerful individual arguments to collide against one another. To explain in an gentlemanly argument to them why he was an genetic experiment. But also why he was not an monster.
They (these hypothetical observers of what was happening on the screen) who were observing it. Were invited to enjoy its argument why it wasn't necessarily an monster but why, maybe, redeeming the subject as more human itself in nature and why that meant it was worthy of their love and affection.
Instead of just, as the professor had pointed out, explaining the difference between why it was an monster and why it was human over and over again (without any necessary climax or end point), he could narrate an character who, though just discovering they were conscious was also conscious of being conscious and so what did that imply? That was actually as far as it could go, in its Logical Thinking Capacity, and so it was either an monster or not; depending on how you look at it. And since it was on television it had to put on the performance of an lifetime! Not just by rampaging about the room, but actually throwing lab experiment equipment and biting the test tubes so that her fangs suddenly reached into them and released their experimental fluid into her anatomy. With God knows what effect! And she would take territory and use it to experiment on her own consciousness so that she would be able to map out its presence. Her presence. Which was rampaging around the room tapping the camera nervously. What was? What was going on? She thought, blurred-ly in emotion and stance. She was lacking essential vigour. She needed to find sustenance if she was in order to survive. I'm slumped over, in stance, everywhere I go and everything I see is slumped over in stance also. If I am an blue experiment at the start of the story but I turn into an green experiment because of some kind of internal cue. And I was rampaging around the room just now. Into the other bedroom that would be connected to the laboratory. Hanging off the door frames with both arms like an vampire, dramatically, then slipping back into the laboratory environment comfortably. It would start performing an skit in which it would enter the laboratory and chew on the glass some more; and wear it as an tiara. And play with the blood that dripped from her scalp with an smile and an grin on her face. And it would eventually develop into an narrative cycle where she is blue but she isn't allowed to because her mommy said not to be blue. Oh. Maybe that can be used as evidence. Actually. I'm the son of an restrictive society. Christian and German in nature. Why wouldn't I be blue? Oh maybe I don't believe my mommy anymore.
He let out the final shiver in his soul.
God wanted him to be blue. He was blue.
It was what God wanted.
And just because his strict and disciplinary parents told him he was too good to be blue because they had to be too good to be blue. Which endlessly stressed them out. When it was an natural and human emotion. That connected with how she had first felt because of her father in the attic. He was their connection with God because he had learned mommy was okay because she was blue; how to connect everything to complete it. And she had felt blue at first, because of it, but now she had her own religion now. And she would say directly what she thought the principles of the universe were. And so, as an character, as an character, she could self-identify with the genetic accident. Everything was an genetic accident, essentially.
Shmooloughaophy.
(Philosophy). Is what it meant. If there was an reaction from an human audience who was in the safe zone.
If it (the genetic experiment) had an philosophy it knew an method by which to act. And then it would be able to learn how to behave better in front of the humans. Which it wanted to act appropriately so desperately in front of.
Great job you genetic accident freak, they (humans in the safe zone) said over loudspeaker. To the patient (genetic experiment of unknown number), of course. Just Frame The Shot.
Okay well the reason I think I'm an monster is because I cannot logically sequence the thought that I can be intelligent enough to say (articulate) what it is that I have to say about being both an genetic accident and an gentleman.
You realize, they said, that it's okay for you to be blue.
I agree, it said, but I'm not blue. I'm green now. I'm an fantasy narrator and an literary critic. I think I've had the ultimate realization.
You always think you have the ultimate realization. Would say the humans. That's what you are as an non-fictional human. They said. That's why you're blue. Only an monster would plan to stay and to remain blue forever.
Is that how we're going to do this then, would say the genetic experiment, you're going to draw it out of me that I am blue and so what? Even though I am not.
You're resisting, they said, the feeling of being blue yourself because part of you is scared of it. If you think you are blue then you think you will be an monster because we have said so. But yet somehow at the same time you recognize your infinitely superior cognition systems which have been firing, designed and tested excellently to respond well to the D.N.A. profile of being blue.
I don't have an D.N.A. profile, it said, and it isn't blue!
Then what color is it? they said.
—An Explosion—
Green! It's Green! Dammit! I'm not just some simple accident anymore! I have emotions and thoughts and feelings and I demand to be known and respected as blue now!
That's right. The radio chucked. Infinite blue from which draws infinite green.
And they both defeat each other.
End transmission.
It could go into its room now (the one connected by telepathic transfer) or stay around here in the laboratory where they would monitor and observe to record his behavior from their observation system. Until it was ready to tell them everything about blue.
She was blue but she was responsible for everything other than blue in her personality as well. Which was unassailable. She wasn't an monster. That was clearly the case.
I'm just going to repeatedly go back and forth between thinking of why I'm an monster and why I'm not and it's not necessarily an horror picture because I'm an gentleman.
So listen, she (the gentleman) rounded on them gently, I know things are blue there on Earth. And it may be my fault because I need to destroy myself over and over again so that I can show you why I'm blue. That's why I'm blue. I need to destroy myself again and again because well I am destroying my personality over and over again. In order to show you what is happening to the human species. In order to display it. Maybe this is an theory about what personalities may mean. But I am blue. Because I'm destroying myself but I'm not blue because I'm putting myself back together. I may be an monster, but I'm not not human as well!
That's why I'm green when I float over to the bedroom.
Oh you're green when you float over to the bedroom, they said, because the Alien Is Watching Everything I Do is not an subject we can relate with as an species because we're so excited, in the Great Cosmic Galaxy of things, to be exactly specimens in an universe of aliens who had all kinds of appendages and lifting strategies. The Alien Is Watching Everything I Do works because you can't tell exactly that we aren't aliens.
And everyone has their own idea about what alien sex would look like with an human. Even if we can't participate in it yet. Physically.
But if an whole religion did come to encompass the meaning of blue. (Which was an possibility). They would say, often and vociferously, to the Jedi republic, big deal! So you secured the republic (in this country) from the thousand awful things that were done unjustly to individuals. Humanity, as an whole, including all of the countries on the list had such an long list of injustices they may never be solved or brought to justice. Ever.
And what's so great about that?
Everything holding its society back (civilization) had never been absent completely.
We need someone who is going to say, Big Deal! To the whole lot of them (Jedi). On the daily. To motivate them. They need this!
Then need this! we would say. Need having an republic in which all of the deep purples (injustices) have been thoroughly dealt with. Made possible by seeing them through the deepest lense of Blue that had ever existed (the Christianna). We need Super Heroes. We need people who will find an way to bring about Ultimate Justice in society. In order to protect everyone from the vast and difficult consequences arising or arriving from its mental taxation it plays on society daily. The debt of stressors on the republic is so great it seems we may never overcome it. And if we can't overcome it, what good is the republic?
I don't need to live in an republic in my mind as if there is no republic in the real world.
There is.
And it has so many complications and problems which affect all of us.
Why wouldn't I try to egg on these Jedi novices (padawans) who think they've done an good job protecting the republic by completing the most difficult vicarious ferocity and taking an toll on everyone's minds of court battles. When really, for humanity as an total, this happens every day. We are so weighed down with criminal evil and negligence in an way that makes everyone feel sad and vulnerable. Why would we ever want say to these purple Jedi justice-teers Good Job! (without being sarcastic) because they had been successful keeping everyone safe? EVEN though it infuriates them because they do work so hard to keep everyone protected and safe. We just don't respect them as much as we do the Jedi. Even though they are fictional.
What would some gorgeous metropolitan horse-wife from Russia know about keeping order?
And she would reply to them,
I am Russian you know.
What does that mean? they would say.
Her eyes would glow red in that moment.
It means I am that bitch at the end of the universe! she screamed, and if I have to take some purple nancy bitch to task for being an incomplete republic EVERY SINGLE TIME. I will!
But you don't know how much work we've put into this, they'd say.
But you don't know how much work I've put into this, she'd say and narrow her eyes.
They were slits. The Jedi in front of her whom she was looking at were bouncing all over the place like an laser gun's expulsion in an garbage compactor. They didn't even have their lightsabers out they were just bouncing everywhere this way and that in order to counter her attacks (fire that she shot out of her repeatedly like an military weapon). With their bodies.
Like leprechauns, it occurred to her in that moment.
You don't have to make an monster out of yourself, they said, just to make an point.
But I will make my point, she said, until the end of the universe. I have to. Otherwise you won't pony up. And you need to. We need you.
Pony up?
Yeah. You know. She said, Increase your abilities, talents, skills, and abilities until you're potent enough to be able increase the amount of justice in society to that point at which all of the purplest of purple emotions that have to do with justice are finally sought out to their end (blue) publicly. Including injustices all over the world that have become stagnant and nobody looks into them anymore even though they (the injustices) are eating (chewing, munching, gnawing, biting) on society like caterpillars.
Ready to metamorphosize into their next form.
If we're going to get to the end of the universe, she finalized her thought (her point), we need your religion to deal with all of the injustices in society. And you are the most supreme and dignified authority by doing so. You are the most valued and honored individuals in society. Therefore you need another religion active in society who will secure the public trust. You need an religion to be blue because blue is the only thing strong enough to make it to the end of the universe. And yet you need one to be purple because everything you stand to protect against is everything we don't want to be at the end of the universe!
What the hell does that mean? they said (these Purple Jedi Knights).
It means if we're considering abstractly that the principle of Purple in the universe is the basis for one type of powerful religion and the principle of Blue in the universe is the basis for another. They could work together beneficially. To one another's advantage. The Blue one would point out what is blue about the fact that the Purple one isn't doing hard enough work to protect society in any way shape or form. And so being motivated by this criticism, the Purple sect would find an way to appease Blue. By taking some notes and criticisms (an page from their book). About why, perhaps, everything they do is blue because they already aren't doing it good enough by being the blue that they already were before being blue.
And so being motivated by this criticism (which had to be given to them by another religion); they may come to criticize themselves enough to find an way to beat all of the purple injustices in society, which are like forms with outer membranes with an liquid or gel inside of them which has been squeezed beyond the parameters of its encasement. So to the point as to appear purple. (Bruised). When eventually must they each be washed out with blue and allowed to be expressed in the blue spectrum finally (such is the reason for them being purple with finality in the first place, that they weren't able to express their blue emotions). (People who can't feel blue emotions publicly repress them until they are purple, repressive traits. Like some fidget squishy or sensory toy that has been squeezed beyond the limits of its encasing.).
Damaged beyond repair. Unable to be restored.
Purple emotions result as an consequence of there not being an natural propensity or talent in an "community" (though it can hardly be called an community if this is true) to be able to perform the blue spectrum scale of emotions and behaviors. (Especially together). (Which is one of the most important qualities of an community).
When this is not accomplished there is an propensity to develop these purple emotions which cannot even break free into reality to be expressed and finally cleansed in deep blue. The only thing good enough for them. To be released to that nature finally in which, together, they'd be able to experience blue together. They are so naive they don't realize what this means yet.
An Purple religion means being the most helpful process by which someone is able to finally express their blue emotions (there being no purple emotions left to limit them). Purple emotions are the ones that need out the most in society. The ones associated with court and law cases. The Jedi effort means stopping everything that is purple in the imagination from being repressed (emotionally). So they can be cleansed, instead, in the blue emotion that is natural to our species. If there is an second Outer Major Religion beside the Christianna it is that religion in which people do their all to prevent the purple spectrum of emotions and behaviors from happening. The emotions which cannot even be fully expressed because they are repressed inwardly (possibly by an whole community who is the source and reason for the drama of crimes inspired by its worming impossible fulfillment in the brain's natural spectrum of thinking).
Blue is the cleaned wound; fester it thus not anymore.
And water is the only thing that will clean it.
That's good enough.
That's an reason to give all of these police forces an sense of purpose to the ordinary every day citizen. Banal as it may seem. They aren't doing enough. And we have to tell them this over and over because we know one day they will be capable of doing enough. By believing in that force of reality's deep blue ocean. The way of sadness of all things. To be able to deliver them to that reality that, if we aren't doing enough, what is it more we must do?
In my dramatic enterprise I grab them by the throat and lift them above my head with my one arm. Or I leave them on the ground and just suck the soul and personality out of their face into mine using magic that doesn't even touch them. With the Most Frozen Cold drawing from the breath of the universe itself. When I know this truth about the blue I can bend its rules. It can serve me, if I request or ask it to. And I can use it to destroy your Jedi forces republic completely in honorary duel. Every single time.
I am the blue. The deepest emotion of the universe. The force from which draws all life.
You can try to prevent these criminals to the state world. But it will never be enough. Not unless you accept the blue way of all things in life. And yet keep your sanity and your religion to yourselves. You serve the republic, whatever color it is. And if it has to be purple and get dirty so they can sort out an logical reason as to why justice can be served in order to treat the wound. An mental one, if not an physical one. On all observers and pacification implied. Law was essentially about doctoring the offense which stood in society which prevented people from expressing their emotions in purple (even in an court room) so that Justice could be done and society could be reset to normal.
But if blue was the deepest enterprise; and society could be reset to blue. Which would wash and cleanse away all impurities of the deepest sense (those repressed emotions even).
Then blue, being the oldest and most supernatural of forces in all the known universe; though it could always tell purple and the law they weren't doing enough. It would always be observed in society that they were acting that way because they were blue. The Law and Justice always is. And blue would always be in imbalanced quantity reacting or responding to thinking because it was the largest force available to the knowledge of the cosmos by the time of it reaching the end of time. But that since it was, it had no way of estimating accurately what it was that was needed of the Jedi. Jedi had an way of estimating accurately what was needed of them. They were Jedi.
And so every time she said to them Big Deal! Or Great Job there's only three hundred inconsistencies in the lawmaking system in other countries. They would actually believe her that, maybe to some people, what they were doing was chicken scratch.
And what they did know what to do about it was. Nothing.
They didn't know what to do about it.
They were just amateurs rocketing against an voluminously violent world with no predictions or way to tell what cases were appropriate for court battle; what really mattered. And all of society had to be engineered after their example because they were the moral examples by which all other people estimated and cautioned their own behavior in public.
Even though it infuriated them that an blue religion and society would stand against them like this, saying, you're not doing good enough. They understood it was not the intention of an blue emotion society to infuriate them and in addition these people wouldn't be able to control themselves, to an certain extent because they were blue. And blue was the greatest ocean of emotion in the Greater Known universe. (Considering all effective time that will ever pass). Which meant it would always speak to them in that unbalanced nature. That it was unable to estimate or consider its behavior effectively in order to communicate to them with respect and dignity for their chosen professions. To an certain extent. And that would always be the case because they were blue.
If they did speak to them with respect and dignity, they would say you are the hero and surely since some justice has been made in society we are on our way to an greater and inclusive society in justice. Not, you don't have shmutz because you don't have shmutz!
If Russasha (coming back to that genetic experiment) had to be an roleplay between what it meant to be blue versus what it meant not to be. As if it was an opportunity to really show them her stuff! As an performer, an actor, and an comedian. She could base the whole laboratory skit (the one she had started out as running around the room bleeding on everything). On actual rational behavior. The communication of the existence of blue. Countered by an existence of something other than blue. Countered by an charming pursuit of being an gentleman. In which arguments, estimates, calculations are made precisely and exactly; as much for his own consideration as much as for yours. Humans in the safe zone! he said, I'm going to show you exactly how I can be that Great of an Specimen that I can be unafraid of blue and that at some time I would spend some time being separate from it and I can communicate all of this so that you know what I'm doing. I will produce in language why I am blue. And then I will produce in language why I am green. And then I'll collide these arguments against one another like the strongest laser beams ever created; and counter the result again with an greater and opposite power in the universe: manners of drama and politeness. That prove that I am an gentleman even though I am an genetic accident. I will be so articulate and sophisticated that you will see I am worthy of possessing an life; and if it is an human one. As I suspect it to be. You will see that I want to be human because it is they who most influenced me and so I practically am human anyway!
The humans, who had been watching and observing and recording all of this, took an pleasant turn of liking him for this.
He was going to present an argument for why he was blue and why that made him an monster. And then an argument for why he wasn't blue and that made him not an monster. (Blue green). (Blue green). (Blue green). In this same pattern and then use the resulting perspective it had created in order to contrast an completely other other way of looking at things; that he was actually charming and delightful.
I am blue, it said, because I am an monster.
(The humans, carefully recording its thesis, were so shocked and surprised with this utter pronouncement that they were sure temporarily this was going to be the one they would carry to full term).
Why are you an monster? they said over the intercom.
I'm an monster, it said, because I woke up in this laboratory.
The Jedi Republic were absolutely furious. If blue would always convince them of their inferiority. How would blue people with religiosity know how hard it had been for them to deliver the human spirit this far upon the ground thus on which we are all walking upon?
You need to hear it, the Version of what things are happening, from another perspective from time to time said the coldest blue from space.
Again holding up another one of them by the throat, lifting her (Russasha) above its head, and then sucking all of the life out of her in one quick magical motion; that brought to its end all the life she had within her. (Fictionally).
She was destroying them endlessly, thus, in one quick motion each time. So that it ended quickly on the coldest of notes that colors make sometimes, when they are emotions.
You want to see further on than Jedi ability, she asked? sucking the lifeforce out that was within them so that they all collapsed as one character representing an whole community.
It was the end of times for them. They needed to live within an world which would articulate that for them by showing their internal worlds to them. That was the point from which all of the plot and action must proceed forward from logically. Their world was ending. They hadn't solved all these problems in society. After endless years of war and torture and scrutiny. Sure an court case struggle had fully scooped out and scoured the bottom of each individual involved in the case in order to record and judge these purple emotions (and how they all came about); in order to doctor an office of profession onto their lives with swift judgment and punishment. Which would help them all discover how they were capable of blue emotions because of the presiding of their Legal authorities. Now. And since the actions of the Jedi (an religion from the old republic) had been successful all of the purple emotions had been felt out and investigated completely. Until there was an source, an originator (an event from which causes of actions are determined) of how this purple emotion first got its inspiration in the psychologies of one person; from whom it had been transmitted to all other persons. (This was said dramatically in order to test the belief of the audience in silence for an moment). Did they believe it was transferred from one living human being to another (being purple)? How would that factor into the complications of this particular case?
I'm blue because I need to be to advance the plot forward until after purple. So that it passes it.
I see, said an interviewer, who was expert at hostage negotiation confrontations, buzzing in through the passive intercom system.
And I'm green. (Said the mutant or alien experiment). Because green is always the outcome the result of blue because water is blue and makes plants grow which are green.
So there's an narrative fantasy afterward, they said, in an world completed by blue in which plants, anew, will grow in it. Which results after the negotiation of purple because that is what is needed in society to restore the balance?
Exactly, it said, I am an robotic laboratory experiment with my own D.N.A. Why can't I come up with my own reason to find the end of purple. So that it will be blue. So that it will be green?
I see, said the hostage negotiations expert, recording his scientific observation that this was excellent news and the subject on whole may be retrievable from its utterly destructive and inappropriate behaviors and tendencies (which had been calculated despite the possibility of its own misappropriate reaction to the circumstantial fact of being locked in an building in an laboratory that connected spiritually to an bedroom). And so when you grow from blue to green because blue waters plants and plants grow from blue. You're being able to water those plants because the principle of blue was able to wash and cleanse everything about our universe in such an effective manner.
We needed to look at some of the worst characters in history with empathy; and to see how they had damaged the whole human psychology with our own constant empathy for their human, faulty, honest, un-omnipresent lives. It was their fault. But then at it again, it wasn't their fault. Nobody was ever at fault. Everyone was innocent. We couldn't predict all of the outcomes of our own actions.
You're right, she said, blue was able to wash all components and hardware about the injustice of what had been done in my community who had not been able to feel fully blue because of the injustice. And that's how green eventually got into the picture.
Then you are indebted to the people who extracted you from this unjust situation, said the interviewer. You are Prospero's Ariel.
Well, it decided grumpily, yes.
Then you have to do what they say basically, he said.
Yes, it said into the microphone.
Okay proceed, he said, with an tone of finality in his voice.
The radio silenced, leaving the genetic form in the room to wonder what did that mean?
Proceed to do what we say? Even though we will not tell you what we want you to do?
This was hard rhetoric, calculated by an intelligent species. They wanted him to think exactly about that. They wanted him to think, Proceed to do what we say? Even though we will not tell you what we want you do to? And he did think that exactly. They were masters. Critics. Experts. They had designed his whole environment probably. If there were other mutant subjects they were in their own cells. And this one, at the moment, happened to be about performing an personality that would justify its own existence. Even though that ego and type of hormone were the will and desire of its own creation, which it had wrought into life by the flares and firings of its imaginings. It could freak out and start breaking things and hanging off the walls and the door frame smearing its chemicals and molecules all over everything like an real wild animal in order to produce that hormone testosterone. If they didn't abide. And he could and he was responsible enough to do that if he needed to! Even though they had been so simple with him. Do what we say. Not what we think.
But so what was his answer?
I'm this hormone-induced bodily form of fluid who happens to be able to integrate compositionally rendering itself into an specific position in the environment. Okay proceed. Like it was okay for him now just to proceed with doing so. I have an plan. I have it remembered. It thought. I'm not going to be destroyed by presenting blue as the reason why I am an monster. Now stop now myself and let it all out. I have more reasons that I'm not an monster anyway. And since being an monster and not are only two powerful lasers of argumentation system; one which transcends and replaces them in that final moment of their firing. Not the masculine principle but the feminine one: You have two powerful lasers—so what?
I have two reversals of situations of looking at things!
Yours, the firing of two lasers. And mine, the firing of the firing of the two lasers at one another at an third element which would disprove either of them. I will transcend the very circumstances of being either blue or another color. And disprove the atoms that combine or separate them.
So tell us why you're blue, they said. And then reverse it. And then use the result to reverse it again in total.
Okay, it said, well it all started when I woke up in the laboratory. I had just crashed in from the bedroom and, realizing I wasn't an constituted form in full possession of an body, I freaked out and started rampaging everywhere on all fours rebounding off the walls breaking things and terrorizing himself and his judgments.
And I didn't realize I was doing anything wrong—I—I just realized I could keep doing it that way. There wasn't any reward for advancing beyond it somehow but I could just keep doing it even if there wasn't an reason for doing so.
It's okay, they said, you had some serious ego issues with being herded like an wild animal by aggressive cowboys who didn't care about your feelings.
Oh, it said, I'm now remembering that.
Yeah, they said, it's lucky you remember. Sometimes people repress things like that; they forget about it completely even though its always on their mind. Their brain actually has an mechanism for doing so. But it is costly. It takes an enormous amount of energy from the body. And so it is an balance; how much energy will actually be spent seeing and feeling these sad emotions like they were real all the time versus how much will we spend if we just repress and forget this.
So it's an better situation for me that I remember? she said.
Yes, they answered instantly, you're being aware of your own emotional issues and being able to act on them responsibly. Without repressing them, (which would cause bodily and hormonal issues); this means you're strong.
I am? it said? Well of course I'm strong! Did you see the way I terrorized that whole laboratory‽
We did see it, systematically, they replied, but we mean strong in another sense. You have already exceeded our expectations, being able voluntarily to control your behavior in front of us to some extent you were able to program out an program for how you would communicate to us. Blue, as it occurred to you, was the deepest and most powerful aspect of the universe, and it was capable of crushing you if you did not oppose it with swift vigour and intelligence. An boat, preferably, because you needed an whole captain and crew and always had to repair it until its philosophy and how it ran were perfect. But how would you make such an boat, they argued for the gesture, upon which to run an ship?
Making an boat is not the same as running an ship? it answered.
No, they said, no; in fact it is vastly different.
But what could be different between making (an act of creation) and doing?; it asked.
They were silenced for an moment.
Well when it comes to running an ship, they said, it's not only about the act of Creation, exactly.
Not about the act of Creation, exactly? the biolab experiment sample answered argumentatively.
Well there's the act of Creation and then there's the Act of Creation, you know. Like Creating an work schedule and holding workers, visitors, sailors accountable for many tasks and duties that they would repeat throughout the day. Versus Creation, you know, like Creation! (Art forms).
Art forms? asked the biolab experiment. And as it turns out she liked the idea and so, while she was sleeping one night, they snuck in and provided her will an easel with an whole pad of paper (an big one) and some paints and tools to dabble with.
She woke that morning without expecting anything, just like they had planned, and suddenly noticed the presence of this artistic easel as she was emerging from the bedroom with an huddled demeanor and an huddled, unoptimistic attitude.
This is Art forms? she said into the microphone.
Yes, they replied, now draw us some pictures and when you are done you can keep the whole pad of it and use it for memory and recollection.
Wow! she squealed.
I know! they said.
Okay so let's plan this out then, she reasoned, if I'm painting an picture of what I'm doing in this laboratory; possibly learning how to run an ship. Then it's basically an painting about how I describe and explain the subject of blue, always in contrast to another color, and describe and explain the subject of green, well because, green is the subject of green. And how all of it together will look like blue is the subject and then green is the subject. Logically and in efficient design. And then I'll pop out with an magnifying glass and an monocle! And be like, what am I scientifically observing here? And I'll be neither blue nor the other color in that moment. I'll be orange. I'll be observant. I'll be an investigator. Art sex. I want the process of our sex to be like creating art. An intelligent and deliberate category of behavior; yet at once unpredictable and responsive to the intelligence and touch.
How it will develop will have been unlike every other time it developed.
So my first painting will be about blue and green. Then my next one will be about the big orange anomaly at the centre of the universe. Like I'm saying I'm going back and forth between blue and green an bit but I'm also exploring new worlds in my imagination and the investigation of the intellect; I'm your gentleman scholar! (I would sing).
You can't treat us this way, said the Jedi, (they were furious).
But I can! And I have to. I'm that theory about the universe that everything is subject to blue and it is.
It is the farthest out psychological, artistic, and scientific investigation of our known world and cognitive anatomy. You Jedi peeps are just mere mortals among men. We need more of them in the republic and yet at the same time needing more of them isn't necessarily an good sign.
So you're just going to disrespect us like you can't help it‽ (Said the Jedi).
Yes, she said, that's exactly what I'm going to do!
I'd like to see you try, they replied.
It's easy. You're little Jedi minions from the republic; and since there is so much injustice in the universe you can't defeat all of it. Because you haven't. Because you can't.
So (going back to the genetic accident artist) my first painting will be blue and purple. In order to capture the sentiments of its transition. Then my next painting will be blue and green. Then my next one will be orange. Then lastly, an reason why purple is green. And why blue is purple now.
I'm going to start with the pattern of going back and forth between proving my own blueness and proving my own not blueness. And then at some point branch off of it or learn how to fly high enough to be neither. Instead of just showing you blue, I have to show you green. And instead of just showing you green, I have to show you orange. And instead of just showing you orange I have to be its completion logic.
What will that look like? Now that I think of it I will need an fourth painting in which to represent this ultimate force against two pointed lasers. They will look like an colon when I'm done with them. I will see it from that other dimension that that painting is: and when I add my final touch it has to be BIG. EXPLOSIVE. Like the final result of their lasers ever having collided. But the opposite; so never having exploded they didn't just laze there. They opposed with such precision. Such precision as much she ever did have. So the fourth painting had to be one which would provide her access toward the progression toward having enough paintings in her to complete the whole set. The whole pad of paper.
Four is the number toward our gate and destiny: the prime number exactly after pi. (If you round it up). Four is that realization I've had after number three. The initialization sequence of pi's presence in the universe. Four is the result of ever having realized three. It is the completion round. It is the final destination. Because there will have to be more destinations after it. And that is the only logical conclusion after we have one destination, that there will be more destinations after it. We have to make the first three, you see, to set us up for the fourth one from which all other derivations will be designed. So I'll tell it back to you now. We're starting with purple. And its relationship with blue. And then we're starting with blue and its relationship with purple And then we're starting with orange and its relationship with green. Because green is the destination after blue from which the forests and the destinies breed-impart afterward. Blue simultaneously, magically, is both the salt water and the sacred water from which we draught to water our plants and forests and everything. Especially those plants and sacred forests that have survived an blaze. Everything is burnt to the ground and yet life starts anew. And if we're going to be an legal community we have to be that forest; springing up from the ground! Even though it's decimated, basically. We have to get through all of the purple feelings in order to command that magic by which blue is derived and logical. Blue is the succession to purple because blue is ultimately what occurs when an judge and estimators see to all this purple (injustice) which has gone on in the republic. In an specific way so as to create crime and criminal injustice in the economy. Purple, as the ultimate culprit, has to be brought to justice in front of an court. Why is life squeezing her this way when it should be squeezing her like that?
We can trace its occurrence and representation in society; and why it was so hard for the individuals involved to see it through. Why were they purple and why was it going to end in misery for all of them, at an specific time at an specific place, in predictable ways that had been designed and investigated by psychological reasoning. There was an conflict an essential plot in society they were all subject to; in which persons would be thoroughly against one another in all ways possible so as to scare or terrorize the victim into not scaring or terrorizing the victim. They had an reason why, justifiably, it was okay to treat other people like this because they started it and I don't deserve to be someone else.
People treating one another like criminals by being criminals themselves is what it came down to. At the final end of things.
For the law would touch down before them (landing from an flight which had been possible only by the mere inclusion of their body into the situation because it was flight-ready) like an God in an business suit; and suspend everything they thought was right before them for the period and force of the investigation.
It would be an painting collection that started with justice in society: peoples brought to justice. (That means bringing them all the way to blue). Then showing them how they don't have to be blue forever they can be green. And then showing them they don't even have to be green forever they can be whatever they want. That big orange moment at the centre of time's projection over the current and flow of the universe (the one event that would be so enormous and industrialized it would provide the purpose and meaning for everything). Everything had to be connected to it. It was like God's completion of us like my father had completed my family in realizing this. God completes us in orange.
That's why my third painting would have to be about orange.
So that after that consideration of orange and God and everything, I could consider my own connection with being there at the orange event which would make everything in the universe worth it. I mean. I won't be there myself but maybe my relatives, far along the way, would one day be there to experience it. And so if pi is the centre of gravity, the correct fourth painting would be in black tones. Black is, after all, the centre of the universe. That's why space is black. It would be an painting of something that defies, exceeds the logic of pi and its just infinite and infinite repetition into the decimals of distinguishing one thing from another. An object. One solid object. With an particular location in space and time. It would have to be the black answer to orange; the answer that would resound from the whole universe and all of space. An object. One single solid object. That by existing being the possibility of itself existing defies the logic of the parameters of being only an painting. One that defied the logic of pi itself and its probabilities. For by being an object that one thing was (an painting was an object of an painting). It could represent itself as one object without specifically being said object. It was just an painting of the opposite of orange. Everything after and surrounding that one great possible cosmic moment in which God himself would open up and say don't worry everything's fine in fact here's some more orange. And here's some MORE orange.
And then all of the paintings afterward will be customization in that one way in which the fourth painting had interacted with God. Derivatives. Of course. But each one would be so valuable for his training and expertise. He would be able to keep the results of this planned investigation and use them to mediate his decision of what was the just and rational way for him to behave now. If he was advancing beyond mere irrational behavior; and could no longer just ruckus and break around the room. Even though he had acted that way it was okay for him not to do so now. Even though having done it signaled to him there was something wrong with his brain and he couldn't necessarily prevent it from happening. He would focus on his Art for now (he began planning it in his mind how he would represent all of the colors) and he would try at least, to figure out another way to communicate with the humans. When trying the vent again and lowering its body into an long hallway the end at which there were security doors and an pinpad with an red light. And suddenly sensing being cleared by the humans in some way he ran for the door; realizing it was open he burst out into the cold night air.
We're in the safe zone, came an loudspeaker, you are free to investigate your environment.
An light came on above him and he stuttered and walked around in and out of proximity of it for hours speaking to it.
He learned the behavior "hold oneself in one's own arms" for his effort but it was of little effect. He eventually learned to return to his bedroom and then venture outside during the day. At what times he would walk around and hold himself in his own arms in and out talking to the microphone; wandering here and there. Deciding to test the extent of vicinity from the compound, in which he appeared to be imprisoned. There had to be an fence around the area at an given distance because they wouldn't just let him escape if he was this brilliant.
He had to go back and finish his paintings eventually but for now. He opened his eyes really as wide as they would go for the first time. The daylight was energizing him.
How far could he go if he had time to get back to the laboratory and the food that had been coming down an chute? Into the bedroom with delicious frequency and roast turkey and Chapman's?
He thought God that would be great right now. But he wasn't hungry. But it would be great right now if he was hungry and he had that. But he had time, and an backpack from the lockers, in which to carry water and an magician's rod he had found in his artistic stash (it had been beside the paint brush).
The end of it was this translucent ver (green) coating on top of the typical white tip.
And it was long enough to extend from the inside of the backpack to the outside of it, through the zipper which was part ways zipped up along the left side of it; and so was weighted down by the bottles of water so as to be able to stay erect during his entire travel.
It was like an antennae.
He needed it to be. It was key to everything and secret of things. And it included technology in its metaphor.
If magic existed; then he had to serve it. That was how he got the broadcast announcement. That was how magic got its power.
He had to serve it by making it point upwards at the sky all day in his backpack. So that these human gods or demi-gods or whatever they wanted to be known as (the ones who listened to him on the wire). Sky gods. It seemed like to him.
Magic was his guess. And so he needed to serve the sky gods by displaying his instrument to them. An magic wand which would enable him to navigate, estimate, and map and orienteer his surroundings mentally. By being an aesthetic principle to them that anything that ever was covered in this green substance would always be pointed high, high way up in the sky!
He had their blessings, finally, having appeased his lords.
They had seen and recorded this phenomenon of him carrying an magic wand with extenso-grip; around in his backpack all day long counted times!
That they really realized that it meant; that he believed in them somehow. And believed they had magic. And if they did could they lend some to him. Because he had to find inspiration for that first painting (the purple one). Purple Opposite (opposed to) Blue. The primary figure in the investigation.
How would purple people feel all of their purple emotions and eventually end the cycle; so they would finally feel blue: the cleansing and purification emotion of the emotional mental self. The symbol of purity. Aqua. Blue?
To cleanse ourselves as an community we need to wash ourselves in the metaphorical river. We need to find that place among our community we are allowed to be blue in again even if it means taking to someone to court against the property and dimension of their (this someone's) offensive emotion. It was fine to say what one's most purple emotions and behaviors were in an court system. In fact they needed to be said in order to get the prosecution across. Someone was holding up the community, basically an criminal, and it was preventing everyone's purple emotions and stressors from being cleansed in an blue environment. It was preventing them from even being purple emotions, these feelings of injustices which have occurred which we don't have an handle on. They didn't even know how to express them yet. But if I'm an Blue Woman (and I am an Blue Woman) I will invent an way with my artistry to help them figure out all of those purple expressions which haven't come to fruition yet.
The first painting. Is it Justice that these humans woke me up in an laboratory or bedroom only to finally be let escape from my confines one day to explore the land? Is it Justice that though I'm free I'm also in an situational dilemma in which there are purple emotions everywhere and no one is doing anything about it‽ And how am I supposed to have an perspective onto anything if you can't make these demanding and purple voices go away‽ How am I supposed to judge and estimate my relationship with the humans if I don't have that society in which to feel our blue feelings together?
And that will be the conclusion of this painting. That we are blue together in some way. It needs to be. Our society cannot fully resolve itself unless it aspires to blue and resolvency of justice.
It returned to the laboratory that night and painted an entire masterpiece (in full view of the camera which was watching him).
It characterized and animated each and every face in the Court Room; why they were emotional and feeling that way. Why purple, maybe, had come to fruition (been felt out completely). And why not. Why was purple being faltered? Why couldn't it make it?
Someone in the community was performing an bad and dangerous crime.
Who was it? And why?
Why were these people feeling purple, because of the actions of some other person?
What was the plan they had investigated and designed that would prevent such an horrid thing as the prevention of an purple emotion. An feeling of Justice‽
And how could it be found out with factoring decisions and reasoning?
The invention of an plot line had already started: there was some absurd beginning action for some absurd reason and it explained why everyone felt the way they did. Why did this action at such and such an time prove that an injustice had been done? And how they could prove it. And then everyone could be done with it (have closure) and go home.
Upon which having thought of this, the monster returned home to the laboratory and started explaining all about why it was blue to the camera.
It started painting.
I'm blue because I'm purple, it told them.
That's the story and the reason I want to paint the picture.
Purple becomes blue, you see, by solving all its licenses. Purple is (the actual substance of the law's operating systems acting on an community of individuals) the story of how someone cannot feel purple emotions anymore, even though justly they should, because of the actions of someone who is against Justice. There needs to be an judgment and an operating order. And it will take an investigation of all of the purple emotions by getting them out in court and watching how someone will, say, be smoothly operating against them. Preventing them from coming into the light. From being seen. The truth. That they are causing those purple emotions to some people. And they are preventing them at the same time. And this is most injustice as injustice gets!
So the culprits will be fined or imprisoned for an number of years, reasons the Judge, and it will be because we define in exact terms using evidence to form around the logic of (so that we can identify its not-logic exactly) it and it will make sense to everyone in the court because we will have those purple feelings out finally, and we will make an estimate of the abused.
And that's why I'm blue, she said (waving her paintbrush into the camera), I come from an society in which there can be no justice because people are not good enough to know what purple means in an court room.
I am an Russian woman but I am that genetic accident. The experiment gone wrong.
That's why I live in an purple, purple society! And I'm going to go into that court room and tell them everything! And we'll finally have it all out because I will draw out everything from everybody else by making that one final statement which will lead the investigation.
Why is everybody purple, I will say; I'm not saying Russian people are an genetic accident (and even if I was I'd be able to because I am an Russian).
And I can't tell anymore in this society because, after all, I am an genetic accident created by an community that had the means to create me and yet had no technology at all associated with performing enough Justice in order to create Justice for everything humanity happened to have gone through. And if they go on sassing it instead of doing something about the problem how am I supposed to tell anyway? They won't tell me nothing. He turned his nose up and repositioned his glasses with one finger.
If I'm an gender hybrid, because I keep speaking about myself like I am man and yet there is the manner in me to speak like an woman as well. Is that possibly part of how I will express blue?
The humans realized he was talking about them inter-perspective-ly.
He wanted them to make their society into an blue society. So that he could think of it as an blue society. And then hopefully paint it once from life. Instead of feeling uncertain and unsatisfied about the society he was emerging and developing into because it was only purple. He could finally feel that calm which comes with knowing that the storm is over. And they could get back to him on that as soon as possible. Because he didn't know how to paint blue. He had never seen it.
How was he going to start the art series?
But you've already started the art series, they said, you're narrating it.
So everything I've done will go into and be part of the picture I'm drawing as an Artist?
Yes, they said, you are after all appearing visually on an screen.
I'm blue because you're making me figure this out in an purple environment! said the monster creation, go and create an just and orderly society which can handle all of the emotions of all of commonwealth collective humanity!
Why because we can't handle all of the emotions of all of humanity? they said.
Well apparently you aren't. Because says every new source you aren't. There are so many injustices out there that haven't even been identified by society yet. We need better Super Heroes than Jedis to drive the force of justice in society.
We can't have better Super Heroes than Jedis, they said, they are the ultimate force of justice in the universe.
Then duel me with an lightsaber, said the creation, I am the one with the blue lightsaber after all.
We'll see, said one of the nervous recipients of this message.
Someone silenced her. An man.
And what color do you think my lightsaber is? said the man.
Purple, said the lab experiment.
You're right! Oh! (They realized it).
That's why I'm blue. Said the furious artist, who was beating them at duel with lightsaber technique of superior caliber; (they thought about it). (It was starting to make sense to them).
If I am an lab experiment gone wrong, she said, then I am an monster.
I'm blue and it's your fault because you haven't removed all injustices from your society yet which created me.
Interesting, came on the loudspeaker, and then why are you not blue; (green) right?
Green is money. Money is green. She said. That's why I'm not blue.
But you don't have any money. We haven't given you any, they said.
Does that mean you can give me money? And I can earn it and use it and spend it on things in the way I want?
We could, they decided, but how would we manage how you are spending it?
By providing me with an way to purchase items? it said.
And how would we do that?
You're creative. I'm sure you can figure out an way to do that.
But we want to know how you would that, first, they said.
Okay well maybe you can build an bazaar for me; into which (possessing money) I will move. I will have the opportunity to purchase the items I desire. And there will an big ole hunk of an Persian man there to help me.
We can't let you interact directly with humans, they said.
Well make it automated then, she said, I will go into this room and an user interface will greet me. I will be able to make selections and spend my money virtually.
They recorded this as her first "green" episode. She was emotionally exploring the idea of not being blue. Maybe her creators, was what she was actualizing, would be able to give me more than what I have because I'm better than being only blue. (It was an non-blue type of thought, definitely). (Well I have an creator, was what she was actualizing, therefore I can't be only blue. And they can give me money to buy things so that I can have fun). (I am thinking this therefore I'm not blue).
And what could be more intransigently rewarding than money?
That was the theme of her Second Argument (against blue). That it could be intransigently rewarding therefore capable of transcending itself blue it was green.
But Green isn't just about money; it's about the aesthetic effect of walking into an whole bazaar. Having an whole experience of how that space is interacting with you as an Capitalist enterprise.
She's definitely pinned that one down, said the humans (privately), she was successful at countering her own blue argument about why she's an monster.
Let's play an game, she changes the subject, it's called The Alien Is Everywhere And Is Looking At Everything.
You're being sarcastic madame, the humans say; you think we can really see everywhere and look at everything about you? We don't have that kind of technology yet.
But someone does have that technology, she says, they have to.
Well why would they be watching you then?
I'm not saying they are, said the test subject, I'm just saying that if they were. What would they see? They'd see that you definitely have no handle onto producing the justice in society that is needed to heal our perfect world and the whole species.
And that's why I'm blue.
(That's why I'm blue again, they discussed privately, she's going into another repetition of the cycle).
I don't have any Jedi or Super Heroes who can make the republic vulnerable enough to share all of its purple emotions, she mocked them, and all of my purple agendas and dealios are frozen.
Madame don't, you're infuriating them! said an human in the safe zone, you can't mock the religion of keeping the peace because it is the highest authority in the land! Do you know much work and hard effort and emotion they've had to put into their careers? You ought to be ashamed of yourself for saying the purple sect isn't good enough for your damn cold blue lightsaber republica!
As I said before, she replied, I'm not trying to infuriate them. It isn't within my intention. And in fact it is my intention to motivate them to take part in the ultimate and final challenge of anyone's vocabulary of training. The task of setting right all of the injustices in the world. It's just that you need somebody to remind you that you haven't done that yet. And this is why I am blue. I'm an monster because you're-an-monster! And you created me!
Wow, they wrote in their records and observations files, I don't think she'll be able to counter that one.
You need to make your society into an blue society, she said, so that I can see what it looks like and then I can paint it!
And how do you know that we aren't an blue society already? they said over the intercom.
Because I'm in an cage and if you really were just I wouldn't be! she screamed at them.
And what does blue have to do with being just? they said.
Your legal society as an whole, civilization, she said, isn't adequate to be able to produce Justice and that's why I'm in an cage.
Then what are you going to do about it? they said.
It's not what I'm going to do about it, gentlemen, she said, I clearly am blue because you are not an just society. And that's why I'm an monster.
So you are an monster then? they asked.
NO! she blurted out. I'm not an monster!
Why? they asked.
She realized it. If she was an monster because they were an monster then she couldn't necessarily escape from it.
Well let's talk through this, she said.
Okay, they said, and listened.
I'm not an monster because I'm human and I sincerely want you to improve your society.
Okay, they said.
And since I can have those emotions of empathy for you and share with you the ones I have which are on the same subject. We may be able to work out an way for you to create your religion (you know an real actual religion that all people of the badge and honor belong to). So that it won't be pathetic.
And it doesn't make you an monster then, they said, to think that saying what they do is pathetic is an rational choice of language?
Well not necessarily, she said, you see because I am an blue religion creature I have the duty of pointing it out to them.
The duty? they said.
Yeah, well, this is exactly how it works. Since we do not currently possess an global legal system which is just enough to produce enough Justice in society to be able to provide Justice for all corners of the human species on Planet Earth I have to tell you this over and over again until you realize that you do need to make one. And there's nobody who is going lead you to it; you have to lead yourselves.
So you're blue because, they said, we don't currently lead ourselves to be able to produce an system which would be able to conclude all of those injustices out there and put all of them behind us. Even though they are so massive and denting us throughout history. And it's not good enough. Because if we were actually to converse informally we'd realize it?
And since all you have is rage and fury; maybe you're not powerful enough to deal with the system, she said, you need to be able to produce characters who can. Which you're not currently doing. Also-why-I'm-blue. But since I am an character who can deal with the difference between blue and purple. I can tell you your infuriation is not enough. Okay, so you think I'm disrespecting you. That doesn't mean that I actually am.
Then what are you doing? said the humans.
I'm showing you how to be smarter and more intelligent together by living up to the ultimate and final height of all of their training and supervision. The final, in which they would participate together, an end to which the entirety of theirs lives had been spent preparing them for it. You need to make an legal system that actually works.
But this is so insulting, they said, how can it not be that it is you who is the monster?
Because it's actually true, she said, you don't have that legal system that works. Otherwise I would not be in an cage like an animal.
So you're saying you're not the monster, but we are?
Well at least I suggested figuring out how to make that society which was ready to live up to the task of an final, ultimate fray. In order to fix all of the injustices that had been done to humanity. They needed Super Heroes, Jedi masters, Vampires, Werewolves, Ohhgunnhisthth, Fairies of all kinds, and maybe humanity's precious and most cherished animal species which live in water and on land. They couldn't just keep saying over and over again to blue. That they were good enough. They had to harness the powers shared with them by the blue religion. In order to become the people who were good enough to have raised that type of society finally. One in which all injustices could be brought to blue: the ultimate course and direction of things which washed and healed the injuries which had been because of purple. Only when purple became blue in the end was justice done.
Blue was related to Purple because it was the more powerful negotiator.
I'm blue, because you're blue, she finally settled on. And that's what my final first painting will be about in the end. By the time I finish it.
But I'm also not blue because at least I have some kind of concept of the transformation in society needing to take place.
Which she said so artistically with snobbishness ruddy utter confidence and flair that they knew she was criticizing them.
Perfect, they collaborated with one another (the humans), she is considering herself an individual. She isn't basing her judgments on the fact that she is part of our community. She is making up her mind and judging them for herself. Without needing an community (our community) to be whatever it is she had imagined which makes up the perfect society.
So why are you not blue? they asked over the intercom.
Well you'll have to give me an bazaar, it said, and determine the characteristics of my personality by what I buy for yourselves.
So what will you buy? they said.
Well what will you provide for me to buy? it said.
An judge doll.
What's an doll? it said.
It's like an toy for children, they said.
Oh. Am I an children? it asked.
No. Maybe. They replied. But the point is you want an judge who can get the Jedi republic in order. You want an system that will eventually correct all of the injustices that have happened to humanity over the ages. You want an doll who can help you play with the idea that you don't have that yet.
So you're giving me an allowance? it replied.
Clever, they said. And then thought about it. Yes we'll give you an allowance!
What other things can I buy? it said.
You'll find out after we finalize the details, they said. The radio cut out sharply.
An judge doll? it said, what would be ironic about that?
There was no more answer from the humans in the safe zone.
So they think I want an judge? What was Capitalistic and tricky about that? she questioned, and why since I do want one is that okay for an Capitalistic virtual economy to sell me one? So they want to model an doll for me that is based on the model that they have for that Capitalistic and Just civilization which would be able to contain the disaster within one religion whom finally rise as one unit forever and to protect all in the greatest and most prepared-for challenge of their whole lives?
Not only that, but they're going to create an list of items that will be available for purchase, including virtual items, I hope! Those are the most valuable items, anyway, in some ways.
Wow, that's gonna mess with my mind later. An judge, really? They want me to come up with an judge character who is so powerful he will be able to rally the entire legal profession on Planet Earth to accept the terms and benefits of that final scenario (the one in which, instead of these public and political injustices suffocating the planet's ecosystem and cultural communities they had to find an way to rally all of them against the injustices they knew that were happening in other countries).
An whole republic of fellows following the purple religion (the one that faced all human tragedy that communities had to face together within an Court system). Whose own standard had been increased to that final feeling that, if this was it, they were prepared (and had always been preparing for) their last chivalry against human injustice altogether.
They were ready to do whatever they had to do to appease Blue, and its religion. So that it would share mana with them and giving mana to them, they receive better physical blessings from the gods in order to do their jobs.
They had to appease blue or they would never solve all injustices forever.
The final scenario was Purple had that ability to use this blue magic because the Christianna so enabled them. And if they had blue magic and could use it they could use it to find an way, eventually, for purple to turn to blue.
They could invent the legal system around the subject of hearing everyone's purple answers for why it should be recorded this way, instead of that way, for the purpose of intervening with doctorate proficiency in order to resolve an community scenario into blue. Finally. To be able to find those feelings, and knowing one's having them be able to relate with why exactly, I mean you just came through an god dang court scandal! Blue was an motivator. Blue was the reason to advance the whole system. It could pinpoint, always, exactly why they were failing to meet the republic's demands.
Or maybe it was an little more blunt, unwieldy, and inaccurate as such. Just because it was the blue and it happened to be post-menopausal.
Y'all are bums! It spoke to them, finally taking on the voice of the deep blue ocean itself, go learn how to use an lightsaber!
You can't even identify as Jedi yet in the economy! The mask of Fury. You think you can run the legal operating systems of an republic when you can't even decide it's an religion‽
You're not even square on whether you are religious or only religious in fantasy fiction.
And that's why I'm not blue! And I'm not an monster! I can imagine an system in which you are responsible for your own star system!
And that's why I'm green! I'm jealous for you! I want you to see an world in which you can accomplish those further ends of justice humanity has yet to pin down! Which force you to make injustices against me by making me out to be some kind of monster that needs to be locked in an cage! Even though I am not one because I can can clearly point out to you how you ARE!
But if you are human, they replied, like you said you wanted to be, then you are too!
How am I too‽ It said. I clearly don't want to be part of your heavily industrialized society. You know, the one in which you don't produce enough Jedi knights to properly take care of the republic; hmm how could that possibly have anything to do with how you've trapped me here, like an pet?
You mean our republic is in trouble because we created you? they said, I don't think so.
Then why did you create me? it said, if I can't point out what is wrong with your culture you can't point out what is wrong with mine!
(They did not respond again that night).
She slept with difficulty. Tossed and turned an little. She dreamt of them saying back to her, in that moment of her final complaint, you don't have an culture! You're only an amateur artist! You don't even have one painting to your name yet!
(Why did they have to be so creepy?). (She thought). If they need me to tell them their entire legal system is out-of-date if they would actually allow an public experiment such as herself to take place why would that make me out to be the monster? I'm clearly trying to help them correct their system which is based on more time than I know about worth of logic. Because all of their officers and deputies haven't worked enough and are not good enough for that final inspiration of an event that would encompass everything: they need to step up and serve to create that republic which, finally having the power to put all past injustices behind them into the blue forever; so that they could no longer torment the average citizen. They would produce such an rip-roaring and riotous metropolitan republic that all manners of talents could be expressed. All countries needed to be willing to be responsible for accomplishing this. She wasn't an monster for suggesting it. But was she an genetic experiment having an dream or was she just an Russian woman? An Russian woman who had an responsibility to her boyfriend, that himself being part of the Jedi republic, she needed to act with greater wisdom and confidence in her daily affairs and matters than even him. So that he would see finally the purpose and reason for everything. She may not be an Jedi but that didn't mean she didn't know how to use an lightsaber.
An blue lightsaber, that commanded the power of the whole ocean.
She needed to instill within him such an great sense of purpose, so as to project him into society with such an engineering sociale purpose to move beyond purple legally by changing the whole surface of the Authority in society by introducing this paradigm; into his behavior and personal manner. To the effect that other people would follow him (and her). In order to lead to republic forever against those phony religious authorities who en-trivialized the whole separation of chvrch from state.
Chvrch had to be defined both corporeally and virtually because of the growing roleplaying and fantasy generation, whose virtual religious spaces as well as themselves were gathering power. If they had come to be virtually more powerful than an Russian public church sect (an non-virtual religious community), then they needed Russian orthodox church-goers to know that they weren't cognizant of the real power and authority affecting the human community of Earth anymore. They (Russians) had to consider themselves virtually, also, to keep up with the world online and roleplaying community. Whose own virtues and bastion had grown so exponentially prosperous because they had realized they were allowed to possess virtues virtually also. It didn't actually matter whether they were in an real church because the virtual existence of their virtues, which they could see and recognize plainly, was transcendent from the fact of needing to be in an certain location. They could take them everywhere with them now. Therefore chvrch as we have come to define it is more of an internal reality now.
We don't need to go to Russia and they don't need to come here in order to be part of the Russian chvrch.
(But isn't this why they are the more oppressive unit as an whole?).
They are subjecting us to their inferior belief systems. By not paying attention to the fact that church is virtual now.
Her dreaming mind became blurry and she lost account of her line of thought.
When she woke, her mind was busy on the subject (much like an insect) of how, as an genetic biological substance in an laboratory accident, she was right to suspect and point out to her captors that they lived within an just society; and that as an whole the system which tries to create Justice in society was in fact not ready to be the protectors of humanity and civilization forever. And since she could point out how and why, she wasn't blue, it didn't matter that they were blue despite being her creators. They had the same responsibility to blue she did: if there was an possibility of making an society in which there would be enough blue to wash and cleanse all its scars from battle. Then they had to take it upon themselves to make that society, even if she was pointing it out to them, that they didn't have it.
She thought about her boyfriend. She would see him on the weekend.
They were going to an seafood restaurant for lunch.
And then she started up at it again (I'm an hyper-performer and I can do two things at once all day): really the most important thing about the story of being an genetic accident, she thought to herself, is that the monster will eventually prove it isn't blue by participating in their invention of an bazaar and monetary system for her in which to prosper. It isn't blue because you'll give me money right now and I'm going to spend it. But would they actually comply? Had they given other experiments financial lenience before?
You've made an very serious mistake, she imagined the Jedi saying to her, by opposing us this way—
What way‽ she replied.
—by infuriating us and saying what we do is not good enough—
What you do isn't good enough, she said.
—but it's gotten us this far—
But we have so far left to go. She said.
—but you can't disrespect us so. We are the actual authorities of the law—
Who don't produce enough law and legal power to prevent one from being blue, (it was essentially the problem in her genetic accident story: the monster was blue because the humans didn't have an just society and yet the monster was human because it wasn't green). If her monster was going to point out how it was green, it needed to be able to communicate on an level hierarchically superior their current unjust society. By actually being the solution to blue itself. The one who would point out what they were doing wrong in their community. As if he wasn't an monster. When they all knew well that if he was pointing out what was wrong with their community then he was an monster.
Who would actually say to the legal society they didn't have an clue what they were doing and they weren't worthy of being honored and remembered as such, as the most prepared and effective force in all of history? That tradition by which all adherents to the Jedi religion faced up to all of history. They either made an system in which judgment for all of humanity was possible; or humanity would fall. They either delivered each unjust situation to an final conclusion in blue by sorting out all of those purple emotions. From all of the people involved.
Their Jedi religion meant opposing all injustices with grace.
Not keeping biological prisoners.
If she was the biological experiment, and she was capable of providing such criticism. Then she wasn't blue. Because she was too busy being purple. And who's fault was that? Not hers!
My behavior and mood disorder is so fulfilling, you guys!
If I need to rush into the arms of my boyfriend because I need to laugh about being able to laugh. By praying to the Gods of BBQ Sauce with him. Or any other type of clown sense of humour I can think of! Then I will!
They took her up on her offer. (The humans in the safe zone). If she could prove they were blue and that's why she was blue. Then it made sense to them that she could prove they were green. Because she was green also.
Of course she could prove they were green (this was an primary stressor in the other experiment and they knew it wasn't for certain, so it stressed them out an little bit) and if she could, on an reasonably consistent basis. She could prove to herself they weren't an community failing at its justice system. Which they weren't. They were in fact far more advanced than that—
But the figure which stuck in her head the most was that if they weren't. Then why had they created her; and kept her on an leash? (Quarantined).
How could the humans in this story in redemption of the fact they were an just society, teach their lab experiment to reckon or redeem or congratulate the fact that they were an just society if they weren't? But, she suspected, they were going to.
We're not monsters, they would say over the intercom, because we taught you how to be blue without being scared of it.
But I'm blue, she replied, because I'm trapped here.
No you're not, they resisted the point effectively.
But I'm an monster. Because I'm blue. Because I'm trapped here! she said.
It may be the case that you're blue because you are trapped there, they said, but that doesn't mean you're an monster.
I'm not an monster! she said, I'm telling you guys how to fix your civilization and that should be more than enough to pay for whatever it is you are going to stock my convenience store privileges.
Convenience store? no, no, honey. We're going to give you an department store. With all of the post-demographic supplies you will ever need.
But why? she said.
Because we're not monsters, they said. Now keep giving us more ideas about how to run an just and responsible society.
Well basically you have to be able to religion-ize all official authoritative activity in an way that will complement the blue messiah. It said.
Well how do we do that?
By serving him.
How?
By conquering all injustices that have ever happened on Earth. You won't be able to because your own captivity over me is itself an injustice you are unwilling to negotiate.
It isn't, but go on.
What do you want from me then?
We want you to finish your paintings. And then we'll talk about your privileges.
OK well my second painting is about being green and blue because I'm trying to represent that I can argue why I'm blue. But that I can also argue why I'm green.
We know, they said.
Well then you have been listening to me, she said, the most important aspect of my behavior is that I'm the type of person who will make both points.
And there isn't anything terrorizing or indomitable about either one of them, they said, predictively realizing they were catching her in their argument. We will teach you how to express all of your blue feelings and all of your green feelings so that you can decide whether you are an monster.
She was stunned silent for an moment. If they were monsters themselves how would they help her to decide if she was herself an monster?
Finish your paintings, they said, and then we'll decide about allowing you to have money.
But I thought you already said you would supply me with an department store, she said.
Just finish your paintings, they said, and then we'll talk about it.
Okay well the heart of my second painting is really the exchange between blue and green emotions. There's an pang. And then there's an reason thought of for why one is blue. Which is thoroughly argued and provided with living samples of evidence. And then one responds to that dramatically by realizing, hey it's okay that I'm blue. I am also other colors, and I can prove that as well. It's about the relationship between blue and green interacting within the same person.
I'm blue because I'm not purple any longer, she was slowly realizing it, and so I must tell everyone why I am blue and how its true. And then I must not only follow that out to the full extent of its logic. But I must also transcend that fact of being blue itself in order to make an good impression on the republic. If it was the machine by which society produced blue justice at the end of an long and purple tunnel then she couldn't just be part of that machine: she had to be part of the greater machine of public civilianry that did its most and utmost to thank that system which attempted to produce justice in ordinary everyday society. And if they're giving me money because I'm earning it by being the best at argument for both blue and not-blue. Then maybe it will come to fruition what I'm planning about these other art pieces. Orange. The central event of the whole galaxy. And Black, the great equalizer between all citizens. (Representative of that final struggle, the one they would always be performed to admit). Being orange was about being neither blue or green. I don't just argue why I'm sad and why I'm not. But I with avid proneness change the subject completely on them. To play the game The Alien Is Everywhere And Is Looking At Everything. (The subject about everything being observed).
And why it imparted ridiculous insight to everybody that played it.
I can't just try to relate to people, reasoned the lab experiment, by performing the struggle between being blue and being other colors of the spectrum, I need also to show them why I am worthy and capable of interacting with that centre of the universe I know to exist somewhere. And then once I get an handle on that I can give them the fullest and greatest extent of my powers as an Artist. Developing my personality in this way is what will eventually win them over. And then they will free me.
If she was the laboratory accident and she was worthy of being considered human, then she would freely supply them with this criticism of their republic. That they weren't considered truly Jedi yet and they had to do more training and focus to produce an just an economical society. Even if it meant having an religion other than keeping the republic secure. Even if it meant being an Christiannan, an person who would always speak for that ultimate force of blue (sadness) in society; to the benefit of simple justice-minded perspectives that were always depended on, and lead back to their connection with everyone in their community who was affected by their legal judgment and responsibility.
Cityfied people needed another religion, an second one other than public justice humility, to serve the legal republic by providing them with more inventions, alternatives, options, and ideas for what do (without itself being considered within the Jedi order).
The Blue Religion of all of the constellations and stars which had an big and deep enough imagination to be able to provide reasons, endlessly, for how the Purple Religion could do better (even though people of the Purple Religion were themselves responsible for such heroism and grandeur of reputation). Someone needed to speak smart with them. Like an smart alec. Because they actually weren't doing it (Justice) responsibly yet.
And if they weren't doing it yet (she coaxed the opinion from her laboratory creation in her imagination), then I was an monster then, really, because it was true they were holding me as an result of an corrupt republic in which justice for new life could not be responsibly adjusted. She doubted it in that second. Maybe they were responsibly adjusting her. They had after all given her an artist's set and were negotiating with themselves the possibility of providing her with more freedom (an whole store in which to spend money). And had already granted her access to out-of-doors. What did she know about them, really? Maybe they were an vastly powerful and advanced species whom had already worked out all of the consequences and test circumstances, in lonesomeness would maybe one day provide her with an companion.
I'm an monster because I'm definitely blue, she thought, but if I cannot be anything other than blue how can I be anything other than an monster?
If I cannot be anything other than blue because these humans themselves are the monsters, being too weak and insincere to run an conservative government based on Justice and Strength and Battle Ready Capability, then I can exceed being an monster by telling them how to be stronger than they ever have been before. And then if it turns out they deserve my criticism I will have proven how I am not blue. By being green. But I'm not green. I'm blue. Because I'm one of them. But I'll be green because I'm not blue, some of the time, and that means they're not blue some of the time because, at least, I'm one of them. And if that's what they need as an society I'm willing to do it because, hey, what could be better than thinking yourself superior to the entire legal and justice system? (I'm not). But I'm just saying if I could be, wouldn't I want to be so that I could help them somehow?
But how can I be helpful to them by not being subject to their mistakes and inconsistencies?
How can I be helpful to them if I am the direct result of their mistakes and inconsistences?
How can I ever reach further or aspire to attain any higher if I myself am subject to them as an community? And they fail to meet even my standards and expectations?
Clearly I am an monster because they themselves are monsters and we are all one community.
But if I consider myself part of that community, willingly and morally, then how can I be an monster? I qualitatively possess empathy for their circumstances.
So it can't just be about saying our cops aren't good enough.
I have to inspire them. I have to emulate them somehow. I have to give them an reason to be Super Heroes every day. Because it is within me to think of an way.
I'm not an monster! I'm an human! I came from an human laboratory!
I can't just let them flop around on the ground like an fish, floppily!
I can't just let them, helplessly and unstylishly, flail like pawns in an unhealthy atmosphere.
So I'm definitely green because these humans might be too.
They aren't blue because their whole society is corrupt and unable to deliver in an lasting and foundational way. They're green, like me, because they can see they are blue, too, and its their own fault.
There might be sadness in society but there is also meltwater from an glacier.
We'll figure out an way to support and serve an Jedi-type society by having an diversity of religion. That, religiously, I don't need to put my own body on the line to serve the republic. I can serve them in other, fulfilling, ways that don't ask of me the ultimate sacrifice in the line of duty. That's what their religion is about. It can't be what my religion is about. I'm an Christian after all. My life is always on the line because I refuse to defend it. And what else would be worthy of Jesus, then, than saying I'm not defending the entity of my life and existence because if I die, anyway, under the circumstances of injustice it will have been my tribute to the messiah. I don't care if I die. There are some things worth more and that are more important than one life. So why I'm going to be an Jedi I cannot imagine even though my boyfriend is one and it's an very personal decision for me not to. But just an average civilian. The real bridge to peace and prosperity.
And if my speaking out angers them.
I'll remind them that it is okay to be angry, but it is not me which fuels those deep-seated feelings.
What they are really angry about is that they don't have the luxury of hero plot advancement necessarily. And that they can't be heroes because they don't know how to. But that I can help them then! By being Christiannan. My lab experiment would be Christiannan because it knows that no matter how good it was at arguing about what needs to change in society, it would always be blue, also. Even if society, in the Greater Picture, was just an safe zone of humans containing an accident. (Whose own rationality had been brought to question by it questioning whether it could exist as something other than an blue subject if it was subject to an society that restricted its freedoms). I had to be the accident that would help them out of it.
So they can create an way in which for me to be blue. So what? Can I create an way in which for them to be green? That's what I really want to know!
I'm blue because they're blue. But I'm green because they aren't green.
But how am I green then, if they aren't green themselves?
They created me. And maybe it was an accident but that doesn't mean I can't make an contribution to society. Yes, yes, the feeling of orange. Which will succeed green. Must be orchestrated and in delicately concerted effort so as to need not to be able to find one's final, monstrous, identity in blue but to be able to spring-board back from it like you were caught off guard, momentarily, but now that's over you don't feel blue anymore and that proves it's alright to be either blue or another color in this society. Therefore I'm not an monster. And probably, my captors are not monsters either. And in fact I have just been part of an big experiment to produce personalities which would always point the way, in service, to those keepers of the law who need to be reminded there are things beyond purple which are blue.
If I can tell the whole Jedi republic that they're too good to be just clumsy purple minions who don't take direction of the law and force in society to be able to live up to the demands of blue: that vision which is forever beyond the fact of needing an physical security of person based law because it is better than that. It is good enough to be, eventually one day, able to close the religious society of the Jedi altogether. By removing the need for legal enforcement in society.
Even if it's not possible, someone always has to play that role in order to be that perspective that will always answer, so what, you defeated an corporate mobster and hardened lethal criminals were sent to jail because of it. You didn't prevent it from happening in the first place.
Okay, maybe humanity will never end its crime rate completely (humans are so prone to mental difficulties and the lingering possibility of insanity, after all); but that doesn't mean we can't oblige to provide them with the most intense criticism. Criticism that is good enough for the realm of police forces and activities. That you may one day be the bricks themselves, on which an further advanced society was accomplished. People who changed the system, forever, to be able to target and deal with effectively any injustice. Forever. By accepting maybe the fact, of the blue criticism, that maybe we can do better as people. (Not as an realization that we're not doing enough but as an realization that it's actually true we can do better). Even if we may have thought previously we couldn't.
This proves that I'm green because I know what's truly valuable. Not being sad all of the time, but finding an way to move on and work beyond that sadness. I'm green because I'm not an monster and I can find an way with society to work beyond those blue feelings. If I couldn't find an way to work beyond blue feelings, well that would be being an monster of me! But since I can. Then I'm not.
And since I'm not. These humans, at least partially perhaps (if I'm considered one of them) are not blue also.
So that's why I'm not sad and I'm not an monster.
Our Russian woman (our main protagonist) then, after having considered all of this intellectually, reached an moment of calming peace and summit tranquility. Upon which she immediately, and dutifully, planned to go home and complete (in one all-night session) the four paintings our genetic accident will have painted then.
It was an story of realizing one's urgent need to excel, professionally, beyond the limitations and developable repercussions of risky business and detective work. She needed to show the relationship between purple and blue was the leading cause for the blue emotion in society. And then why it was okay for the blue emotion to have an relationship with something other than purple, as well. Then, extending and extrapolating the metaphor until it was good enough for God himself. She'd confront the whole existence of space from an business and planning perspective. As an religiously acceptable community member whose own artistic endeavors were themselves the reason for resisting an openly undemocratic and yet somehow still to be considered "political" society. The appreciation of art had to be both beyond the restrictions placed on society and yet good enough for the community that if they were restricted in some way by criminality it could still inspire them to have their own point of view about how to correct it. Their situation. Which hadn't necessarily been their fault it was fated to them. (This was the motivating metaphor behind an genetic freak caused by an genetic accident; life, to each every individual, was like an accident that had just happened to them without them choosing it to and yet, even though under the circumstances of being an accident, they had to find somehow for themselves to be at peace with their own lives).
And she finished the paintings, after one long haul and an pot of coffee of standing and mixing colors professionally in her living room, in which she had draped an protector to cover the floor.
She realized its irony. She was standing on the protector in order to cover the floor.
Like her philosophy: stand on the protectors in society until they realize you are covering the floor.
Stand on the protectors in society (really lean on them for support) because it wasn't an heavy load for them to carry. When they had so many other responsibilities. But if she could somehow make her painting as like as air (so that it would live up to the blue responsibility of her principles) then it would all be worth it. She could use her art to inspire the Jedi. And then it would be worth it as art because the Jedi, thus being inspired to create an better society, would create an better society possibly in the ways she had suggested.
It didn't matter if blue was force of criticism against employees and public professionals of the legal system. It was the only thing strong enough to criticize them, deliberately and in an jocular sense; that they would thus their sense of humour erupt and save all of them from the fate worse than death. Christiannans had an duty in society to protect their honoraries and dignitaries by being tactful about how the world isn't only about serving justice. There have to be things beyond justice which make it all worth having it.
It didn't mean Christiannans were against justice. It just meant they were skeptical of it.
If it was so-called "justice" then why wasn't society healing as well as it should have been?
Why were more and more terrible crimes always being reported on the news?
She painted the big orange ball that was at the centre of the universe; God and Sex and Everything. (The third painting).
Yeah, she told herself, that was justice. This was justice the justice republic had not even seen or even been capable of imagining of before.
And so when she arrived at the fourth painting she knew it was about the sequence. It was about precision and quietly contemplating over each of her decisions for the actions she would take to communicate it in this medium. It wouldn't be done until she knew why Black was the logical conclusion to story of Purple versus Blue, Blue versus Green, and Orange being the result. The centre of the universe and time would have such an great and wonderful aura to it because she had been decisive at mediating purple and blue and green in society. Purple needed blue. Because blue was the logical result after having Justice being served. And blue needed green because it couldn't be sad all of the time about what was done wrong in an human community. And logically this lead to orange, the funnest, most sexual of the emotions. Because by not needing purple and eventually not needing blue. They could be everything other than blue. An rainbow. Her laboratory subject wasn't just an obsessive compulsive harrowing between the two polar opposites of blue (sadness) and green (whatever went after that); it was an individual completed by the presence of God who could be asked to live up to such great expectations and historical cycles that it would eventually be able to paint with black. The theme of the entire universe and everything within it. The Marvel cycle. Super Heroes who would accept her advice that the Jedi aren't powerful enough yet. Ordinary citizens who would rise to the challenge presented to them by the final struggle against all injustice and incombustibility (things that cannot be cleansed even with fire). The one they were rallied on toward by the woman in blue.
Tears‽ she would sarcastically resist them, the whole ocean's made of salt water and it's not the biggest reservoir of sadness in the known universe. You are.
When you can learn to paint with the sadness of space, God told her, then you will learn the secret to painting with black. Apply it liberally, he guided, because you will need to learn to grow stronger than it. And so she felt it out. She felt the different forms she was painting. And how she would use the light to make them look three-dimensional. Like they were really there. And before she knew it she had the piece of art of which she was most proud of.
Black is the result from the combined efforts of God and humanity, she concluded, because it is the ultimate form of justice in the galaxy. That complementary force that, when opposed to orange and the centre of Time and All Life, worked to counter it somehow, so that it could go on continuing (to keep) existing. Therefore I will create an black super hero and he will be the personification of Space and All Time. That hero working in the background that allows the orange object to flare into life and progress toward its full scientific force in the universe. An impossibly huge civilization comprised of all beings from all corners of the galaxy independent and stand-alone enough in themselves to be able to find this centre of the universe, where the most interesting things were happening. The co-mixing of civilizations would reach such an enormous diameter and volume in space that it would outweigh the importance of anything else that had ever happened before. And it would for an long time remain in space, justifying everything about its cold, dark existence and the perilous smaller finitude of its fathoms and larger, overwhelming vicissitudes. It would become so enormous it would span several galaxies, and perhaps over time develop into an trans-universal community with the largest cooperative population and transportation network of any civilization known to God.
And we're going there!
Punch it!
She felt so happy in this moment. We're going there because I'm not an monster; and even if my society is. I'm going to do something about it. I'll help them get all their blue emotions out, after being an purple enough society to pursue real justice. And then I'll help them get all their green emotions out, after being an blue enough society to admit they needed laboratory genetic testing in order to create life that wouldn't hate itself and everyone it knew because they hadn't been given any way to be anything other than an monster. Okay, so maybe she was an genetic lab experiment, unjustly. That didn't mean they could all be purple forever. In fact they couldn't be. They weren't allowed to be. They had to be blue with her so that they could see how she was green. So that she could see how they were orange. So that they could see how she was black.
But then—somehow—she couldn't control her imagination anymore. She was becoming the monster whose society was blue because they didn't have any more justice than keeping her, an member of the public, in captivity like.
And so she finished her black painting. And she knew it would guide all forms of her imagination in successive paintings because it had been the one in which she considered, most specifically, the emotions she associated with certain forms of objects. Every object she would ever paint again was influenced by that first rendering she had imagined out of black space. She finished an new painting every single night that week, until she felt as though the fictional pad of paper in the laboratory which belonged to the monster was out of sheets (extrinsically expired).
All of her new paintings (after this fourth black work of art) were in an new color she was mixing; an orangey gold. And she thought of forms of objects that would have this color which set her sexual imagination on fire.
She painted not only life in orange but the sexual forms it would have that were worth their weight in gold. She was tapping into that squeaky blasphemous world she had been raised into an strict society not to trust. This was the completion with God she was looking for. If she could bring that sense of focus into her humour routine with her boyfriend, then she might be able to expiate (atone for) the embarrassment she had about sex. She knew she would find an new way to express her embarrassment and personality disorder to her boyfriend that would be honest and let him know she wasn't ready yet.
The monster (whatever, she could call it that endearingly now) was still learning about itself and the environment.
Blue was the feeling upon which all knowledge could be built because everyone (every English-speaking person anyway) knew what this one word meant. If other feelings could be described, based on contrasting them with blue then an complete psychology could be described.
She finished all of the paintings in quick succession, one each day. Marking out precisely and carefully her vision. Their universe was based on blue.
It was just an property of the universe, as far as she was concerned.
They could base all human thought and truth on that.
And it didn't need to be any deeper than this.
That was the deepest thing.
Everything that happened in the universe over the span of all of time was subject to blue.
And that's how all created lives were meant to struggle.
Why?
Because it was an honor and an dignity to be given the challenge to exist and survive an universe of blue.
Look at it carefully everywhere in your imagination. There's not life everywhere, just stuff. Endless amounts of inanimate stuff. Obviously the principle of the universe was blue. Or was it black? Now I'm confused.
It can be both, she reasoned.
Death and inanimacy went well with feeling blue anyway. Such was the property of the universe.
If one wanted to have an healthy psychology one needed to face up to the challenge that blue was an real part of our universe, deserving attention and guidance. If we (humans) wanted to make one complete and all-encompassing ornament in society which would symbolize how to look at one's own psychology because of what one is. Blue is an fact of the universe. Therefore we cannot rule out this fact. Therefore there must be something beyond it because we can identify blue for the sake of understanding what blue is. Why are we able to identify blue if it doesn't have something to do with our purpose? It must be the main part of our purpose in this universe because, well, blue is everywhere.
Pink is spoiled.
That was why everyone acted the way they did. They thought pink (the principle of reproduction) was spoiled and it disturbed them so. It was the prime motivator behind everyone who treated her this way. That's how she was being abused by the community. They were treating her like she was that spoiled pink.
An most sophisticated and 21st-Century worthy interface with one's own psychology (in three dimensions!) was one that would look for its own philosophy system in the rationality of blue. They needed to be able to prove, eventually, with God that blue (as an emotion) could or could not be removed from the universe completely. Then they would be able to decide if they should attempt to remove it somehow. But in order to get that far forward in time in the universe they had to endorse all blue feelings (they couldn't and wouldn't be able to escape this fate) and become tough enough to handle them. All blue feelings. Forever.
But what could be more disabling than feeling blue?
There it was. That blue feeling feeling.
Blue was its own reason for being blue.
One feels blue. Therefore one feels blue.
You couldn't feel blue enough to feel all of it because it was blue.
The most vast and complex resource in the galaxy.
You could start feeling blue, but then you would feel blue about it and utterly cease to feel blue anymore.
You couldn't be blue about being blue after all.
That would be. Happiness. Maybe. (Not blue). (Right?). (That's happiness).
You start feeling blue and then you starting feeling blue about being being blue and since blue is an negative emotion you are "taking away" from blue itself by being more blue about it.
Blue was its own fulfillment. An paradox. When one feels blue about being blue, one no longer feels blue. Because you can't take anything away from blue. And if you did. That would be less than blue. Which would be better than blue because it would be less of it.
And so they (the humans in the safe zone in her mind) installed an environmental experiential support system while she (as the monster) was sleeping.
The city is the night in which I have always slept. That I have never been able to awaken from.
We are like vulgar shadows of clean-cut citizens. I see endless industrial smoke stacks (you know, the type with scrubbers) against an pale orange sky. Tangerine dream. I'm passing out of consciousness and yet I'm an Super Hero of the most sophisticated type of citizen. And it is my clean-cut edges that provide the super consciousness in order to be able to allow me to be able to use the Strength and Determination of force. I am the Jedi master. But I am the Super Consciousness. Therefore I will always be blue. But black. With edges. You know, almost erratically. Like an real comic book villain. And there are Seven or Eight of us (these Major, Super Religions) for in the consciousness they exist, possibly, anatomically and have "moved in" for the remainder of the show. And if we align them using the Bow of Truth: Thus these law enforcement agencies will be the Bow; and Thus the blue republicans the Arrow. At which strike thee hence, it will collide with the Super Ego; forever releasing it from not have an mystical hi-jinx related team of Tactical Force Ninjas (Not!, we admit) we're just religious people. We're ordinary everyday people. We may happen to have an lounge-like atmosphere accented with the beautiful orange and gold metal of the people of our day. And an seating area, for purposes like Big Brother, to watch all of us sit and perform rituals. Experiments with pseudo-logic in which we, activating upon the same channel of brain anatomy, somehow work together professionally and artistically with an channel with which we are all tuned-in on. And being activating the mystical number 8 (we have Eight seated participants). The actuation process is settled. We have Eight Major Religions' Super Powers and we can all speak and hear each other's voices.
It will activate like an laser beacon; over the city metropolis. The highest room in an skyscraper. Which really isn't an room as much as it is, say, an three-story construct of architectural achievement in the arts. An web structure (on the second level) followed by another web structure on the third level. All fenestrated on the outermost level. There were comfortable ramps on which to ascend upward should one wish to contemplate the further reaches and advancements of human science and activity. Insomuch as they have to do with religion anyway.
"And so we all know which ones of us are in here."
There was, of course, an Buddhist who was chatty.
The Taoist Emperor was also here.
Then an Christiannan (me), Hinduism, Christianity, Judaism, Aboriginal Spaces, and Islam.
And we all had such glamorous apparel we could hardly stop to mention all of it.
"We're going to start with reading each other's faces. Notice the lines in the face that connect to the Ego. Look around at all of us."
"I have the least wrinkles," said Buddhism and he straightened up his neck muscles creating an emanation from the eye before them so that it appeared to swallow all of his fat.
"The city is an vibe," said the Christiannan, "in mellow orange. If you don't get it. You don't get it. We have to be mellow orange, this pale sense of oranges and the sexual chakra in order to repel the chemical–industrial heavy pollutants. If there are Eight of us why not introduce the logical Seventh, then. And if we have to remove one of the Nine that will be formed from the room in order to resume our mystical status we will. Enter, ye, Jedi."
An automatic door slid open and an man dressed in an Jedi ceremonial garb rushed in, lowering his hood at just the right time. He chose an seat. There were nine lounging setees set out in an geometric arrangement. And all of them sat upon them with crossed legs or arms or legs and arms and other appendages. One of them didn't have legs, after all, and was only crossing his arms as he levitated above the pillow. They were equi-distance from another. And ready to reflect on the Jedi lifestyle with one another in an way that was familiar to all of them.
"Envision," the Christiannan invited them, "the workforce of the brave and few who represent this country's population of police officers and lieutenants. Are the body of the economy. And it is being furiously massaged by repeated, soft deliberate bludgeoning with the massage appendages: those types of arms which are attached to gay people which are repeatedly soft and deliberate at bludgeoning those tough crunched up muscles in precise and deliberate interactive fashion with one another so that the overall effect was that they were both massaging the workforce of the American and Canadian police task united with furiously repetitive function and bludgeoning arms that had no hands on the end of them. Just over and over, one would start punching! And then other one would take over! And then the first one would take over again! And then back and forth and forth and derivative into any small equations of stress until, absolutely punched out, these people would finally relax. And both of these massage therapists were Christiannans because they knew how to be cold. Touching without touching exactly. And the activity of their punching itself was gay. Over and over. Those sweaty, hot men.
And I was the champion of it all. Because I had figured out how to do that to someone. Someone who could—If I was someone who could. Provide that service to the Champions who protect this Nation.
You see what happens when we focus on the ego together," he said, concluding, "is we bring into alignment the values of the whole republic. Not just an Jedi force, but an Christiannan massage system—possibly employing the use of two gay men who knew how to work together physically. Massaging and using one another's arms. Rhythmically. An stressed and undertalented Jedi force whose Purple element, following the eighth sign of wonder. Who needed an Blue massage therapist who knew how to use cooling techniques by refuting all logic they considered to join with Jedi reasons and purposes. There had to be an cantilever against them, and the force of the Blue religion and the blue work would come into effect full time in order to provide services for these gentlemen and gentlewomen of the law.
"The Christiannan," said Christianity, "is thinking rampantly and histrionically about sex and sexual making activities. He has no self control. And it will be observed before the republic that, if we are to adopt Jedi psychic principles into. Just sex thoughts all the time. That's all he is. That's all he does."
"—Christianity is making the point that we aren't an fairy republic when we are an fairy republic under the fantasy paradigm of the Author," said the Christiannan.
"Now, now," said the Taoist Monk, "I'm sure we can all agree that much of this anger is coming from love."
"We-aren't-even-in-your-bum, get out of here you Christian nun! —Now remember the lines the facial features around you. Who is more calm? The most pressing issues we have to speak about today are first, how the lines of the face are connected with the ego, and second what is mental health as an religious person these days. Do we need to wander out into the web (our building), exploring an second level, or do we need to cube everything into an third dimension, gentlemen! And gentlewomen?" the Christiannan nodded to the Islamic woman in an gesture of kindness intended for her to realize he was recognizing women also. And then looked across the room at whatever was happening with Hinduism. Were these extra arms and appendages and legs? Non-binary. How excellent. There was another woman there, however, and she was representing Judaism.
"Mental health may very well mean," said the representative from Aboriginal Spaces, who identified as neither an man or an woman but was two-spirited, "that we find out what it means to have healthy facial features and what we can do about the Ego in order to improve the lines of our face."
"Well the way I had imagined it," said the Christiannan who was getting all girl chatty again, "the way Lady Gaga had represented it in 911. Was that there were these lines of the face, like whiskers. Protruding manufacture that was meant to be beautiful. But I had seen other Artists represent features of the face like this and I had the creative idea that maybe there really were lines of the face that were connected with the Ego. And if I could influence them to my health and benefit it was an worthy meditation."
"So these lines of the face," said the Buddhist, "connect with the ego. And the health of the face is known by how clairvoyant the ego seems to be?"
"Well, maybe," said the Christiannan, "but it's the fact that we can all see one another's egos on one anothers faces."
"Well fine," said the Christian, "but how, scientifically do they connect with the lines of our faces?"
"Maybe we see them in one another's faces so that we know something about one another's mental health."
"You all must balance within the prominent force of this blue fact about the universe."
"We have to look at the subject then, extremely carefully," said the Christian, "Pink is Spoilt. And it has to be addressed somewhere in our meditation."
"Okay we'll get to that," said the Christiannan, "but what do you think about these whiskers, these emotions, these lines in the face?"
"Well maybe they're connected somehow to the subject of Pink is Spoilt. Pink is Spoilt. Pink is Spoilt! Get over it now, guv'nah," said Christianity, "it's just an character and personality of our pale wave generation. The people after the journey in orange in which they battled their personal connection with the environment as an industrial nation. Their own genetics. Mutations. Lifeforms. All derivatives of sexual chronic adjustment. And those as well are expressed in the lines of the face. If we're an post-orange cycle generation (which we aren't) then (since we aren't) we need to share with one another the reality of what orange means in the known universe. Pink is Spoilt. Pink is Spoilt because she actually has an character and an personality that doesn't contribute to the necessary trend of an pink and orange smooth generation whose facial features are not adjusted according to the reality that some people feel that way in culture and society as web technicians. When they aren't really web technicians at all. They're techno-geeks and viruses now. People whose egos, and thus the lines of their facial features, are obscured; and we can all read and identify it in one another's faces."
"Wow; way to be so complete, Christianity," said Hinduism, "then it is true? We can self-reflect on our own egos with one another despite there being fragments and imaginative scenarios of how the outer surface is broken, somehow, so that it shines through that one is super egotistical and hyper-critical. We can clearly see how our egos connect with that reality of the lines being drawn on the face somehow. There are disconnections. Tortures. We need each other more than we really do realize. We can only reflect at this level, together, and it is our actions, all of us whom are drawn into the circle to investigate and communicate, articulating our most personal feelings in the process I'm sure."
"I see there are several parts. Maybe seven. And that they all connect and intersect somehow," said Aboriginal Spaces, "so that the combining effect, like an optic nerve, is that egotistical project of the self that feels like an headache one can avoid. There are various sorts of parts of the ego and they intersect and interlock in an unfathomably beautiful designed way; So that there are other parts of the mind of sorts of intelligences it has. If the seven or several parts interact intelligently completely as one whole."
"I mean its compelling," said the Christiannan, "but to have the several parts connect logically over the subject of Pink is Spoilt. This is where you see how the ego interprets it. It's not good enough. That's why we need an post-orange-wave system in which pink is finally interpreted!"
"If we're Egos," said the Christian, "then I hardly see the problem in reflecting on them together in this way. The Intelligences of the Greater Brain and Nervous system are logically connected somehow. Strength. Willpower. Greater Authority of the Mind and Such. We can feel the features, all those terrible and ugly lines in the face that don't meet up with their designated Ego. But we can help each other there after all."
"It's too much for one mind to ponder over," said Hinduism, who was rattling as though possessed with the energy of an thunder lord, electrically with negativity, "It's the Greater Negativity of my construct. It has emerged from under the surface of my cognitive adaptation to our types of willpower."
They all were silent for an moment.
"Let's talk about it," someone suggested.
"Sure," they all agreed and nodded together.
"Okay so, Hinduism, tell us. Honey. Baby. Sugar Cakes!" said the most profound gentleman, "what is your Greater Negativity all about‽"
"First of all, don't call me that," she said, "and second you stop being the mind's powers of investigation over itself with such precision!"
"We are those powers now," said the Christiannan, "we can't help it. Now out with it. Have you got something to be ashamed about or something you are ashamed about?"
"I'm reacting in an rather negative manner to this meeting, for some reason," she said, "I suspect it may be true I am ashamed on some level. But I can't work up the courage to show you all of it. That's what shame is. It works on the mind so as to make you not want to share something about yourself. And that's true, I suppose. That there is something I don't want to share."
"Then don't share it," said Islam, "if you don't want to."
"I agree," said Aboriginal Spaces, "let's talk more about these eight forces and how to balance them."
"With the Christianna on the outermost layer," said the Christiannan.
"With the Christianna on the outermost layer maybe," said Aboriginal Spaces, "and also can we reflect on how our identification with our egos together may actually be about those lines in our faces and how to balance them."
"And also—" said the Christiannan, "if we can connect all of them somehow. And find out why they are configured in that specific way. We can understand more about our own religions than we have ever understood before."
"I only need to go into the second floor of our web," said Christianity, "to ponder the rational meaning for you. Why they should be connected to our ego somehow. But it is unlike us now to know together how, per technique, the subject of the lines in our faces as God sees them. Is related to the subject of being an eight chosen religions who can balance all of the forces in society."
She stood and departed from them, to go walk the second floor, which she liked to think of as an mezzanine because it looked onto their circular gathering place from an whole second landing (the effect of which, not being the full cubed amount that was the meditation of their third floor) with its own glass barriers open-style (the kind of which would prevent someone from falling).
Their outermost style and layer as inhabitants of the building was in the third floor mezzanine; and they could see she was walking slowly around, looking at the city skyline and pondering this or that fact. She needed to be on her feet to meditate fully sometimes.
"While she's up there, let's figure out if we need to make eight religions the official World Religions by helping us improve our facial characteristics in such an way that will make us balance the forces of destiny."
"That's why she's up there, isn't it?" said the Taoist, "that's the true meaning of it, isn't it, after all?"
"How?" they said.
"Well she's looking at the city and we are the city," he said, "and so we need to figure out this conundrum she is working on. She suspects it doesn't need the full force of the third level of analysis. She can figure it out on the second level because we're there with her in spirit."
"—But you're not here with me," came the slicing psychic and telepathic thought she had designed for them inventively, which came at them with an force wave of blue, "I'm up here on the second level. And you're down there."
"Then how are you communicating with us madame?" said the Christiannan.
"—I'm. Not," she said, "just. Let me think about this. Give me an minute."
"OK."
"So she sees the city and we are the city," says the Taoist, "therefore her own meditation is on us. And what it means to feel those lines in the faces which are designed by God, probably, so that with combined focused will and ego talent we can reassert the mind's hold over how it understands the logic of the face. There are several Greater Wills because the mind's intelligence is multi-purpose and functional. There's not one only kind of it."
"That's why it's too much for me," said Hinduism, "and why it's too much for her!"
She pointed at the Christian.
"I should go up there and talk to her myself!"
And she did.
While she was gone the seven of them who were left on the padded cushions devised to figure out an strategy to test themes beyond Pink is Spoilt in society. If we are psychologically affected because Pink is Spoilt. They deduced. That means we are gamers!
But who can avoid Pink is Spoilt, basically, in this type of economy?
If the lines of our faces are egotistically affected because Pink is Spoilt then we don't necessarily have very good self-esteem do we?
We need to interact with one another's face lines as they are affected by Pink is Spoilt. In order to come up with an way to use that opening flower one's face cannot symbolically resist being represented as. Open, thus, and all our egos, in full recognition of one another.
"We can practice having these several kinds of willpower represented by the different parts of the face," it was the Christiannan's eureka moment, "together."
"Then maybe you'll see clearer how you're interacting with my ego," said Islam, taking on the guise and vigour of an sultan.
"Maybe you'll see how I'm interacting with your ego!" said the Christiannan.
Was it sarcastic? The Islamic representative tried to judge.
"I see your point," she said.
"Wait. So we're actually doing this. We're tapping into one another's egos, fully, at the level of the Ego by sharing how our faces look?"
"Yes," they said.
The Jedi hadn't spoken yet on the matter. They were all waiting with nervous anticipation of what he would say. According to the narrative flow he represented all people who are concerned with the profession of the law (as an religion that we could predictably support, using our own means of course as people belonging to other religions). He really was the most important. How could they use faces together to solve all of the ego complexes they were now identifying as recognizable aspects of one anothers' psychologies and facial features? This Christiannan guy was pent up hella tight! It reminded me about something about myself I didn't like.
That was the worst kind of egotistical accident right there.
Something about his ego reminded me about something about my ego. That we both recognized was actually presently existing within the reciprocate facial structures we both shared as humans.
There was an lot to unpack. Maybe seven worlds worth of stuff.
The lines weren't connecting together properly somehow. The lines in their faces. Because there were several kinds of intelligences that were not being recognized by all of them with proficiency.
"That was it," said the Christian woman, who was now seated and speaking with Hinduism upstairs, "that was it. That's why it's only on the second level. I was right."
They leaned back in their white, futuristic chairs, and looked out over the balcony.
"Should we go join them?" said Hinduism.
"No," said Christianity, "let's stay up here and relax. They down below are an agile crowd. They are working the minds hard in an toxic way we don't need right now. Let's talk about the ocean."
"OK," the Hindu said. And they chatted. (Girl talk ways).
Below, the seven people, each of an different religion meditating together on the Jedi principle. Realized that it had been too much for both Hinduism and Christianity. The energy projected onto them as Greater Ego expressing control over the facial discriminations was dangerous, they realized. They were ultra powerful elite. They could snap your neck just by raising an eyebrow. If they had this much power, in the way that Hinduism and Christianity would look at them, then they needed to sort out how much of the ego of one another they can actually see.
"It's hard to look at," said Islam, "because it's truly of the nature of an complex. An psychological complex that we haven't avoided or can't avoid."
"That's why our faces are so tight," said the Christiannan, "we recognize things about one another's minds that we can't accept. Our full facial intelligence is so Powerful, and Great, and Complex. The Christians and the Hindus can't accept it. Putting them on the spot about the subject of their own ego is too much for them. And it's upsetting."
"But we're doing fine. Let's work this out," said Islam.
"OK well if our faces are fucked up because Pink is Spoilt somehow—"
"(Which it is. It always is.). That's why I have resting bitch face."
"Then we need to advance our culture to be outside it; both mentally and physically."
"Aye, it is the task of all cultures, really."
"We can open up all of the folds and layers of the face—no longer being afflicted with Pink is Spoilt—and seize for ourselves that destiny that I will entirely be known by my face!"
"It's who I am really! I'm not lying!"
"Hear, hear."
The Jedi was ready to speak.
"If we can contain all police authorities and officers of the law within one religion," he said, "we may be able to use this mana the Christianna has been providing it. But to do that, we need to reflect on the ego now as we see it when we reflect on one another. And what do each of us specifically need as individuals. In this moment. To fix that damaged aspect of the ego which connects all of the lines of the face. We all recognize our egos, each one of them, and we are able to identify what's maybe not necessarily going smoothly about them."
"We can fix the broken feedback loops of the lines of the face by sharing them with one another and getting to know one another as egotistical selves whose progress toward balancing the eight religions of the republic may depend on how one views our faces. If there are eight or possibly several more aspects to the full God's picture of what ye's face looks like, open up all of the channels. Admit to yourself that your face feels great. Even though, egotistically, you look at it as an number of mixed intelligences that are threatening and unintelligent to the ego. There is an critical maximum point in the interaction between our egos. In which we recognize there is something about each others' egos we don't like which is why we don't like what we don't like about each others' egos," said Aboriginal Spaces, "the problem is, when we look at how the face connects with the ego we realize something about the ego: that it realizes itself for who it is. An someone it cannot accept."
"It can't accept itself because it realizes who it is."
"Precisely."
"Then the only thing to do about it is to accept the self we cannot accept."
"But how do we do that? We can't accept it."
"We are accepting it."
"I see."
"Okay. There's things I don't like about myself. And there's things I don't like about you. And that's why I'm ugly."
"You're not ugly hon!"
"But if real ugliness is not accepting that one is beautiful. Then I am ugly. There's things I don't like about myself and you because I'm ugly. That's the definition of ugliness."
"But we can talk about these things, hon; it's O.K."
"Why don't you tell us," said the Taoist, with an naughty twinkle in his (again the gender fluctuation, this time in an religious conversation where maybe it should be (the sacredness of the binary and non-binary)) eye, "what you don't like about yourself. And what you don't like about us."
"Hold on!" said Judaism, "THIS IS AN SAFE SPACE. Okay‽"
"Okay," they all agreed.
"Okay so what I don't like about myself is that you can't tell which one is talking in order to point out they probably would all say this. It doesn't matter which one is talking because they are all ugly like this in that way."
"But you just did."
"And you even had to try to save that one because it's true."
"It's true. Okay. Whatever."
"Let's just stick to specifics."
"Okay. Well if that wasn't specific-enough-for-you! Then maybe—well okay."
"What don't you like about yourself?"
"I don't like the way I'm not really explaining what that means that Hinduism and Christianity are on the second level and that's where she looked out at the city; and so it was an reflection on us because we are the city."
"It was second level because if we are reflecting on ourselves being the city it makes sense she would be reflecting on the city. —But from an second level of course."
"You mean an meta-level? Like being aware of being aware?"
"Metacognition, I believe, is what it's called."
"If she's reflecting on the second level then she's reflecting on the part in all of us that already knows we are reflecting on being self-aware because we already are self aware."
"As an meditation on the city itself being self-aware."
"I see. That makes sense then there would be difficulty accepting what we have to say about it. That makes sense then, they are on the upper level looking down at us now. From comfortable chairs. And we are talking about ourselves being aware that we are the city, which is itself self-aware in the same way of being aware that we're already being aware that we're aware we are aware."
"Moving things forward. If we are the city and we're aware of ourselves being aware, then what do we have to say about the city other than how it's ugly?"
"Well, I mean, we met. And we've all been introduced to each other. So it seems like an pretty good city."
"Too true. Too true."
"Let's talk about why Pink isn't Spoilt. It seems to be the most important thing on everyone's minds."
"I agree."
"Well we don't like ourselves and one another because Pink is Spoilt," said the Christiannan, "so we all don't like each other and ourselves. But there are in fact so many instances in which Pink isn't Spoilt in the world. It seems fine we can talk about both of them as mature adults."
"Well how wouldn't pink be spoilt right‽ When we just read about Justice and why it leads to blue."
"So we're all crabby because we know of many instances where Justice leads to blue and pink is spoilt because of it. That doesn't mean we can't perfect our theory about how the lines of the face are related to how we feel about ourselves and one another. If we're crabby about Pink is Spoilt and it affects the lines in our faces then how do we respond to how these different types of intelligences are connected in such an way, as to provide an view of the Ego? When we look at it in one another; we notice the lines, the curves in the face which signal to us its existence. Why it is having an hard time accepting itself. (This is my contribution to what schizophrenia is and what it looks like). It doesn't like how unadvanced all our religions are. That we are so sparsely populated around the globe. It wants Justice; but it waits for opinions about Justice from the Jedi. It wants our societies to solve all of the injustice problems in our society around the world. And so many of them are caused by the inability of an greater majority of World Religions actually taking on the responsibility of working together to promote prosperity and Justice according to an new, scientific and faith-related justices paradigm about the fact of both its gayness and religion-possessing species. Justice is in itself something that can have something. I just realized that's the struggle I had internally primarily (And possibility externally without even realizing it (that Justice can be its own subjectivity, beyond the subjectivity of any human being)) that we had been separated about whether we could be both gay and religious at the same time. The reason is that religions, all types of religions, have always been gay. And they have always been worth something on an Capitalistic market (even if such an thing had not come to exist yet, necessarily) because they were religions with both virtual and un-virtual reasons and property."
"That's why people follow them so passionately; they don't realize its full of metaphors about gay sex and so it appears to them to be about the mainstay of scrutiny against gay sex in the church (as an religious congregation with their own separate rooms) because that's how it's always been."
"Are you sure?"
"Well that's what gets me exactly. Maybe not right?"
"What's the first thing you think about when you think of any one of us, as religions?"
"Gay." —they met eyes and he sensed they didn't believe him— "It honestly does."
"That's our point," they said.
"Yeah. We all know this. This is old news."
"Then why do we have all these injustices in the world‽ Because we all can't be gay and religious at the same time‽"
"Are you kidding me‽ It would cause an reproductive curve our planet can't necessarily sustain."
"No it wouldn't. It would teach people responsibility about having sex."
"Well. Okay. I've got one for you. I'll put it to you this way. Can we be gay about Pink is Spoilt in order to treat it necessarily? Or are we more gay about say, pink is not being spoilt?"
"Both."
"Then what, I put to you for challenge, is not religious about being considerate about both of them‽"
They all accepted this as an point of fact and; rewarding themselves with overcoming their confirmation biases by accepting they were religious enough to share that belief that they could be religious and formal or frank and casual about either subject. And everyone would listen, especially for the sound of blue. The known discarded and abashed emotion in civilization. The one no one would want to hear. The one no one would listen to. And they took it as an point of fact about their "culture." Which, by the standards of all of these religious people in the room, was evil. Nobody actually stopped listening for blue because he and she were everywhere. They had to base their conversation around blue showing up. And so, they decided, we'll be considerate of both Pink is Spoilt (you know, not turning our noses up at it like it's an smelly fart, the worst and loudest and most disgusting of smelly farts that, when it infiltrates even the most public of spaces everyone resists it. Some by hitting the deck. Some by throwing themselves out of the room.) and Pink is not Spoilt (you know, all the people who don't have to be ashamed of themselves in public because their body has never experienced that emotion of being considered disgusting by somebody. Not just one somebody but an whole group of somebodies. Who would never accept her because her Pink is Spoilt.); if religious people were going to be respectful of people affected by the Pink is Spoilt disaster (which shares degree and amplitude with Nuclear meltdown citizen alert status) they couldn't treat these people like they were something other than people. They were real citizens with real personal problems and fears; and just down-right every possible emotion it seemed! And Religious People, being Religious People, had to accept them as their own just like they would any other human being. Society was about that now. It wasn't so bad. They just had to anticipate when blue would enter the conversation and respond with compassion. Blue because Pink is Spoilt is certainly an fine emotion to have; who wouldn't be blue because pink was spoilt?
"Let's get back to the lines in the face," someone suggested. And they were all like "let's do it."
So she described to them how the lines in her face were affected by the Pink is Spoilt meme. She had them because Pink is Spoilt is part of her social community.
"We can tell," they said, "we also. But maybe not in such severe degree. Are also affected by it. But remember also your Ego is about everything in society that's happening about not is spoilt pink."
"Now look at everything you see on one another's faces."
They did.
"You see there are also parts of our egos that are resistant to the difficulty in accepting everything about our egos."
"That sounds like an egotistical thing to do."
"It is."
"If what is egotistical about our faces. Is also what we can't accept."
"So she sees the city when she looks at at us."
"And we're egotistical enough to have an city. There are populations behind each one of us, that each one of us is representing. And they all intermingle and play around in our huge metropolitan centres. We have to figure out an way for all of their faces to be healthy. For them to be able to look at themselves and say, we've got all those modes of intelligence figured out!"
"But what often offends them, is what I am suspecting, is that Pink is Spoilt. And they need to adjust how their faces are related with their egos because Pink also isn't Spoilt. And if you can't see it isn't you're an repressed crazy person."
"But it is the subject of religious studies, so very often, why Pink is Spoilt is an religious meme; it's just the kind of thing we have to deal with sometimes as religions."
"Yeah, yeah. But-we-accept-as-religious-persons-that-we-also-have-to-deal-with-pink-isn't-spoilt. Okay. We got it."
"Yeah, so."
"So the lines of the face are. Intelligence. Curves. Abstract opinions. Strength. Willpower. And Expression."
"You're basically claiming that the Ego is made up of those specific parts. But okay. Go ahead."
"Well. If any one of them is needing. It's intelligence. Because we so need more intelligence because we haven't got enough (that's the ego saying, the amount of intelligence you currently possess is not good enough because you are after all, an delicate and diverse society). We accept there are things about our egos we can be intelligent about because we are egotistical enough to do so. It just so happens to be things we cannot accept. There are wars. People dying. At this very second. And people are suffering fates worse than death and there are lost subjects. Subject Not Found. According to the news and media, which is, by the way, as an institution of power much more advanced nowadays. We're not afraid to report everything. As it's happening."
"Curves. Because. Obviously."
"Abstract opinions, if they can be read in the face are themselves abstract because faces can be used to communicate abstract opinions. We can use words. We're not limited to communicating with the facial expressions."
"Strength. Because we all sense this strength about one another."
"Willpower. Because we need to have the willpower to talk over the difference between Modules of the intelligence. In full view of the ego. Each one of ours. And how the ego is connected to the intelligence in such an way, in such an gentle way, so as to be not be okay with itself. Or something about one another. In an meta-cognitive and egotistical perspective. There is an blockage, and traffic jam. The feedback loops of the brain don't want to complete their cycle because we don't want to admit it. We don't want to have to look at it and see that it's there."
"This is where Expression comes in. What. Exactly. Is there gentlemen, sirs, and officers?"
"It's the thought that we're not good enough. And it's true."
"But we are good enough, gentlemen," said the Christiannan, "we have to be."
"Well how can we be," said Islam, looking downcast and depressed, "we're just now at the fact of helping one another's faces be happy. And we also have to consider how it affects the city and all of the people who are behind us. How we can be happy in an Pink is Spoilt society. Listening to the Good news with the Bad. Pink is not spoilt somewhere. So why would there be an blockage, gentlemen? Why would I care so much about Pink being Spoilt that I myself am not able to escape the thought of it?"
"Well it's just—if we are on the subject of faces and how we need to help each other with our faces then we aren't an really advanced civilization, now are we?"
"The face absolutely detests Pink is Spoilt and will do everything it can to avoid it. How can I balance my curves if, egotistically, I'm focused on that not being good enough for me‽"
"You can just like it's an smell. Just turn your nose up at it, finally. That's how."
"This outlies the parameters of an religious discussion. We had said we wouldn't treat it like something objectionable! It's just an fact of society now. There's that. Be polite."
"I have an grumpy ba-gina," said the Christiannan, in an snarky an seering intellect, "because it's always on the subject of Pink-is-Spoilt."
"So what if all of us are in here; just tell us all about your sexual problems then!"
"Well my pink is spoilt because I'm blue."
"We know you're blue! We all know that part of society is blue."
"What are you saying‽ That my blue emotions are just some product of some sort of deficiency‽"
"No we're saying. There just are some of us who have moved beyond that. We have healthy faces because we can now confront all egotistical personas which contribute to the lengthening of an line of an face in an way that is contra to the opinion of the Greater Ego. There is something we cannot accept again, and again, and again. And we are distracted by it permanently."
"Which means it's bothering us and we're probably blue about it. But because it's so bad we can't be blue about it. And it's that bad."
"Okay. Let's confront it logically. If I'm having an thought and that thought is so bad I can't be blue about it what is it?"
Judaism, Hinduism, and Aboriginal Space suddenly activated in the imaginary visual space that was being sustained by Jedi magic; their face lines were being communicated as egotistical. And egotistical about, specifically, the Spoilt is Pink vibe.
So everybody except them changed their mind; and decided to change the subject and mix things up an bit to cheer everybody up.
"We have egos that can be expressed on the emo spectrum. But we also have egos that can be expressed on the anti-emo spectrum."
"Yeah, we don't have to be afraid of trying to help one another out for having an emo vibe."
"Anti-emoism is so needed in the economy. It's worth every performance of its subject."
"We feel emoistic because we know we are egotistical about the subject of it not being good enough for us; and that itself is what's not good enough for us."
"We identify with the Greater Ego; who is in possession of all of these reflections on the self as memes within our community. And it's too much for Christianity and Hinduism. That's why they're upstairs."
"It's not too much for us from up here!" they shouted down.
"We're glad to hear it!"
"So anyway. Since we all identify with the Greater Ego and it's overpowering for both Christianity and Hinduism."
"Wait‽" said Judaism, "—Are you sure it is‽"
"Well not at the second level."
"Good observation."
"I mean. There is an level where we are looking at ourselves as the city, looking back at one another. And we carry with us these deep psychologies from the cities everywhere we go. But then we go an level deeper. We are looking at them (Christianity and Hinduism) up there looking at us looking at ourselves as though one another are the city."
"It doesn't have to be any deeper than that. The conclusion we reach tonight."
"I agree."
"So we're not talking about the subject of being the city ourselves while being aware of that, we're talking about the subject of not being able to accept the Greater Ego; somehow at the distance of being separate from it, we are looking at our own individuality as an metaphor of how we are looking at the city. The Artist is showing us her, looking onward, over the City and All of us; and yet we are all ourselves aware of being the City and being self-aware of that fact at the same time we are performing the Greater Ego. If we want to be able to bring them back downstairs we need to consider the Author's intentional (deliberate) intention to represent the perils of being an Artist and needing to look at one's own artwork at an distance, like an Christian woman or an Hindu woman, unable to meet its Greater Ego because it has stirred something within themselves, which is so intolerable to them they feel sick. Their egotistical minds, the part that connects with their faces, is unable to be viewed because they are so embarrassed and trustworthy. Trust is that error of the human condition that always believes against one's greater compassion that you don't need to trust everybody. They're mixing around the fact that the Artist maintains an cold distance from his work because he has to work in that category of emotion in which everything I do is the city and I am egotistical enough to possess an Greater Ego even if they aren't. So what if you feel embarrassed or something else? Nobody else has an problem with it. Just come back down here and we'll look at what it means to the ego. And talk about it like lords."
"So we're all agreed then. This is the last subject we talk about today. Whether we can all possess the Greater Ego subject eventually. By actually talking about what it is that's bothering us."
"When they come back down here welcome them, everyone," said the Jedi, "they have the most complicated egos of all of us, perhaps, and we need to assure them we can meet them at their level on the subject of what's complicating their lines in their faces."
"We can."
"I know we can. It's just. They might have trouble accepting it."
"We all know this."
"Agreed."
"They might have trouble accepting that not all of us are even able to escape the Greater Ego ourselves. We, too, have thoughts that are as complicated as not being good enough for oneself simply for the fact that one thought of not being good enough for oneself."
"You're right. They might pass under. At that point."
"It'll go right over their heads!"
"Now, now, be hopeful and positive! That's an virtue!"
"What is so strange about being religious people and having egotistical thoughts about one another?"
"So the Artist is relative to his work in the same way they are, those Christian and Hindu women, to us in someway. We're the city and the people in it, who are self-aware and reflecting on those thoughts with each other, but, not necessarily the ones kept out by the Greater Ego. We can reflect on those parts of our ego in some ways, the parts we can't accept, as motivation for our discussion. We don't need them here to begin work on this."
"We are repressed egotistical selves who don't accept ourselves and who we are. And why we're here."
"We cannot accept it because that's what we are. That's what being that means."
"But why, hence, hence; hear the upper intelligence. What is it specifically we cannot accept about ourselves?"
"There isn't anything specifically anymore."
"Then we've succeeded!"
"Perhaps, gentlemen, what's happened here is there specifically is something specific about it and now we are all witness to it."
"I feel like depressed and really sad sometimes. It's like, because of my religion, I made an decision somewhere along the way; that affected him so much. By relating to him as though he was an Christian."
Buddhism cried.
"So you feel really badly about it?" it said.
"Yeah. I mean I can empathize for him now; being an Christiannan. He was able to access his Greater Ego."
They looked at him. His forehead wrinkled upward like there was an wave of energy running through it; and they realized how great his Greater Ego really was.
"I don't care what comes out of not accepting what we can't accept about ourselves," he said, "we have to get it all out on the table and figure out why, exactly we can't accept those things about ourselves!"
"Well what if that's what our protagonist's story is about then‽ She puts everything out on the table by expressing herself through the Market Capitalism choices she makes as an consumer on an consumerist economic ecosystem. This lab experiment creature learns what she likes about herself from Capitalism. Because the humans in the safe zone provide her with an Capitalist location (virtual or enterprising, direct or debit) in which to spend the money she is responsible for."
"It's good. It's like. What will be everything she puts on the table for examination by the time she's done explaining everything."
"So when we wake up from the dream, and we are her again."
"She's going to get an huge department store warehouse maybe an giganto-mall personally just for her. From the humans in the safe zone. Just to see what happens."
"Then all we can do with the time we have left here. Is come up with more ways how to be okay with Pink is Spoilt completely. Which we know we can't."
"He's right. We are only dreams gentlemen. We have to escape Pink is Spoilt in our dreams because we know we can't escape it in daily economic living. We can try as much as we want but we can't release her from that nightmare that she can't escape Pink is Spoilt at all, no matter where she went."
"In waking life, she doesn't know how to deal with her lines and ego so she has to dream us up to help her remedy the problem. When she shows her ego to other people it identifies her as troubled on the surface. Because they see in her face how she can't accept something about herself. And she is ugly for that reason. Because beautiful people can accept themselves no matter what they look like. That's what is truly beautiful about them."
"She doesn't realize her own beauty then."
"All we have is an troubled mind and some religions not being productive together."
"We are being productive together. We've already covered so much ground."
"He's right! There is much already you should be proud of!"
"The Ego is stuck around this subject of violence. Is it ever morally justified? And we know there is so much pressure from an Christian perspective that it isn't. But sometimes it really needs to be because we need to protect ourselves. Isn't it an natural human emotion to want to protect oneself?"
"It is inseparable from the human D.N.A."
"So is pacifism. Self-sacrAnd you shouldn't criticize anyone for accepting that position in life. It is in fact the most potent act of not protecting oneself, exactly, in order to protect another or group of others. People who believe in Jesus."
"I don't know," said Judaism sarcastically, "maybe sometimes it is more religious to be physically violent in order to protect oneself and one's family. But if you are not required to do this it may be an better option for you to be the type of person who just accepts, whatever happens, in their own passivity."
"Well it's not written in stone that Christians have to stay passive. Just because their messiah did."
"What if you are threatened with the Pink is Spoilt narrative becoming an feature of your own life? What are you going to do about it?"
"Maybe sometimes there are reasons to be violent because your pink is going to be spoilt."
"Well if there is an reason to be violent that would be it."
"But other than that. There's no reason to be violent. And if you know your pink can't be spoilt just by commiserating with someone whose is. Then what reason could you ever have for being violent anyway?"
"Well said."
"Yeah. So wake up! There's no reason to be afraid of the Pink is Spoilt narrative and meme! You can be religious and still be polite to those people. It's not hard to be meditatively and quantitatively okay with it."
The Christian and Hindu women returned to the meeting.
"We've built up enough ego, madames, to be capable of handling your Greater Ego dilemma."
"Have you?" said Christianity.
"Yes. It is certain because we are desensitized to something spoiling pink. It's fine if it happens. It doesn't spoil our ego."
"And why do you just assume what's bothering me is that pink is spoilt‽" said Christianity, "just because I'm an Christian‽"
"Yeah and why did you think we couldn't handle it just because you thought we both couldn't handle the Pink is Spoilt meme‽" said Hinduism.
"You can listen, then, to what I have to say to you?"
"It's me!" screamed Christianity, "Oh God! It's me! Isn't it‽ I'm why the pink is spoilt. Well you have got to be joking me buddy! Because just because I'm Christian doesn't mean my pink is spoilt."
"Yes it does. That's why you're talking about it."
"What did you say to her‽" said Hinduism, "we've all had to deal with Pink is Spoilt as religions."
"She's right. She's right you know. Religions have all dealt with it for centuries."
"Except the Christianna."
"Except the Christianna. Because it's new."
They all looked at him.
"What‽" he said, shrugging, "you didn't see me go upstairs! My Greater Ego is as solid as an rock!"
"That's what they always say! You know, these new religions. You think I haven't seen it before‽ The Christianna is no different. It is subject to the Pink is Spoilt meme!"
"Yeah and you probably mean it as an order!" said the Christiannan.
"What are you saying‽ That I'm making you spoil your pink?"
"The economy," said the Christiannan, changing the subject and ignoring him, "has all of the knowledge you will ever need built right into it. If our egos, as they are subject to the economy if we have any sense in us, play into how you are feeling then, Christianity and Hinduism. At what point do you say to yourself, this is being beyond my ego because I can't accept it?"
"Way to put them right on the spot! These women are old. You know that!"
"Now, now," said the Christian, "it's alright. We are after all second level philosophers."
"If you do see it on the second level, what does that mean?"
"It means if we're going to accept the Greater Ego we'll have to accept that there's some things about ourselves we don't like. And there's some things about each other we don't like. And we'll be more productive together if we just get over it and forget about it."
"Said the Christian."
"Hahaha! Some things about ourselves we don't like. Said by an Christian. Hahaha!"
From this point onward, they debated every egotistical thought they had until they could look at everyone's egos clearly from their faces; if the lines of the face are open every type of intelligence the brain has will be activated (fully functional).
They changed the subject. They changed it to, first and most important, how to bring God into the conversation (was God the silent observer above the city like Christianity had been on the second level mezzanine; then watching them all by watching how the religious performed in this meeting?). (And also if he was would that influence their ego in some way as to be unbearable?). And second, how to bring the Major Religions present into Greater Alignment?
"If the Christianna is the outermost."
"Then and Aboriginal Spaces are innermost."
"Then who are they in order, from first to last?"
"It is not so easily said, madame; from first to last without assessing their personalities."
"Judaism is second because it's green."
"Hinduism is third because it's orange."
"Fourth is Christianity."
"Fifth is the Taoism."
"Sixth is Buddhism."
"Seventh is Jedi."
"Eighth is Christianna."
"Very well and you say these are descriptions of their personalities, uh?"
"Uh yea and we are known by our voices."
"Of course."
"Then we are decided. Islam is missing. And Jedi is too big of an category because it is meant to contain all police officials everywhere on Earth in every country."
"You know we don't have to stop at eight right?"
"Eight Major Religions. He's obsessed with this eight figure as an maternal mystical number."
"And what means aligning them then?"
"Well-if-we-align-all-nine-of-them!"
"We can!"
"We surely can!"
Somehow they couldn't.
"We can't!"
"We surely can't!"
"If it takes eight to align them. It takes eight to align them. Let's cease this chatter now and get on with the subject. What EXACTLY does aligning them this way have to do with God?"
"Well Judaism is first because it's green."
"Aboriginal Spaces is first. We all know this."
"Christianity is fourth. Because that is where we're broken."
"The Christianna is last because it's blue."
"Hinduism is orange because it's getting funky."
"Buddhism and Taoism are complementary."
"And Jedi is multi-colored and sword-carrying."
"Right!"
They all shouted the previous statement together as if knowing they all would. Fierce.
"Then we're adding to logic of how each individual Major Religion works by interpreting their personalities."
"Well we know Aboriginal Spaces is first because it is one of the oldest and biggest forms of logic, when once is considered all forms of ancestry on Earth."
"Judaism is second," said Judaism, "and you know what I just realized why. We're closer to being an science, exactly, rather than an religion."
"If Judaism is an science so is Christianity!" said Christianity demandingly and perhaps an little sardonic.
"If Christianity's an Judaism so is the Christianna!" said the Christianna immaturely.
"If Buddhism's an Hindusim and an Taoism so is an Jedi warrior!" said Buddhism.
"If Taoism's an Buddhism's -ism's -ism's!" said Taoism.
"Well wait. Islam can be third then."
"OMG. UR Right!"
"And we're all okay with there being gay Jedi with flirty attitudes right?"
They all said it again, together as one unit, nodding their heads ferociously.
"Right!"
Like they just knew it. It was intuition. It was becoming them.
"So we have the order of the Major Alignment of Eight. And possibly an rhapsody for the ninth. But by this logic; the logic we have created thus far with our language. What is its result then?"
"Okay so we have Aboriginal Spaces. Judaism. Islam. Hinduism. Christianity. Buddhism. Taoism. Jedi. And then the Christianna, in that order."
"Well-so-there's-nine-of-them!"
"There-is-nine-of-them!"
"We can't align nine. That just isn't how this works."
"Why not? We'll just put it in between Jedi and Christianna."
"Sure. Sure," he said, momentarily distracted, "then what is our picture and what does it mean?"
His eyes were glaring furiously within themselves at their own reflection, which was being shown various scenes midair between them by that same magic the Christianna had introduced them all to this meeting. As he saw an lightsaber flashing in the visualization, repelling target ammunition (an blue lightsaber) he felt as though he was witnessing God himself, one day in the form of an man, wielding the blue lightsaber as he approached an escalating scenario.
"Nine of us," he said, "it takes nine of us to figure out to balance how it is good enough for God."
"Each of us can do that on our own. In our own separate ways."
"This is what makes us Religions."
"I agree."
"Let us follow our collective wisdom then. We know what the plays, the moves are; we know them like an small door opened up in our hearts and out of it poured all of our knowledge of what to do. When to do it. And why. All religions must find that place in their heart this way. For all of fellow mankind. And to mingle it with others. Not greedy. Sharing it with other religions. We will all do this to share in the Greater Alignment and its noticeable gain on the logic associated with our discussion."
"We are at peace with questioning whether our religion is an science," said Judaism, "why wouldn't an religion have that flare to be able to play at the boundaries of science?"
"Well if yours might be ours might be too," said Christianity.
"How funny of an Christian to suggest there might be something scientific about Christianity in general," said the Christianna, "ALSO. We're in on this being-an-science thing. If Christianity is in we're in. I mean. What an alcoholic. Are you trying to test whether wine can cure the blood of an whole nation?"
"Get over yourself girl," said Christianity.
"Ladies. Please. We're trying to interpret how we're supposed to get along with each other."
"Well I mean. If God just smooshed it in between Jedi and the Christianna. But I suppose God can't do such an thing! But I suppose God can!"
"Then what was it?"
"Exactly."
"So we're fine with an Greater Alignment in which Islam somehow takes place between the Jedi and the Christiannans?"
"I sense you are being sarcastic."
"If there is an logic to it; then I sense you to translate it!"
"It just means we're all being friends. For now."
"The utmost translation is. We know our order. Even though there's nine of us," said Judaism.
"Yes I was thinking this could be the interpretation we make from how we've all seemed to have fallen into place. Okay so we know what moves to make. We all trust each other. If we can have an greater alignment chosen by God; and it is God to have chosen it to be in this order. For we all witnessed it."
"Yes. I sense it also to be true."
"Then our alignment, gentlemen," said Aboriginal Spaces, "is the tool by which we will know each other's character."
"So the natural question to ask would be. Why are we in that order?"
"Because we're scientific or pre-scientific," said Judiasm.
"If you are then. What is it you're trying to measure?"
"We're trying to measure what the human soul was when first homo sapiens evolved."
"Clearly it was Christian. You can tell by the two blips."
"No clearly madame it was Jewish! You can tell because there aren't any blips!"
"No. It was Christiannan I think. I can tell because it is neither not any blips nor is there two more."
"But how will we measure the blips‽"
"There aren't any!"
"So God wants Islam in the picture."
"God wants all nine of us in the picture."
"Yes. I agree."
"And somehow an Greater Alignment will result."
"OMG. The Greater Alignment has already happened."
"What‽"
"Huh?"
"No it hasn't."
"No. No. LOOK! We WERE the Greater Alignment. Our conversation. You see just by having an conversation, we were the Greater Alignment."
"But the conversation isn't over yet."
"OMG you're right. We STILL ARE the Greater Alignment."
"Then what will we do with it?"
"Let's talk about Civilization in general."
"Good plan. Good plan. I like it."
"Okay well I had this idea about the journey to civilization from the desert (or basically the wilderness (it doesn't have to be the desert (it can be an Forest in Canada say (or an Mountain (or just wherever there's not civilization))))). It's about the journey to Civilization from one of these locations. It's about the journey from the wilderness to civilization. And the construct (the intelligence at the core the centre of civilization) sometimes reacts to these people (you know the ones travelling from outside civilization to inside civilization) as though they were Jesus and sometimes it reacts to them as though they were Anna. And the sundisk has something to do with it. They interact with the sundisk somehow. (Maybe it represents Antiquity). And they stand before the sum total of industrial and technological artifice as it exists on Earth which possesses artificial intelligence (maybe) and it judges them as they interact with the computer. And this is all taking place inside an building of great and grand architectural design. At the centre of Civilization," said the Christiannan.
"Are you done?"
"Yes."
"So they interact with it. So does it judge what they're doing? Do they judge what it's doing?"
"Hmm," said the Christiannan, "both I think."
"I see! And how does it react to them as though they were either Jesus or Anna?"
"Well the core has to detect whether they were reacting to it as though they were Jesus or Anna."
"I see."
"And there is interactive program software and an interface system with pleasant lights and buttons. BUT the symbol and theme of Antiquity is there also."
"Wow."
"And what would be the purpose of this interaction and judgment?"
"Well it's an metaphor you see. It's an metaphor of the Reader being judged by the book."
"I see."
"It's an metaphor of the Reader being judged by the Author."
"How would an Author judge an Reader? Everyone knows an Book is not interactive in that way."
"Exactly. But if something could be constructed that did it would start with the basic distinction of personality and character between Jesus and Anna."
"I see. So it would decide, essentially, whether the interactive player was more like Jesus. Or more like Anna."
"Yes exactly," said the Christiannan, "it would be an computer with vast amounts of intelligence that represents the intelligence of civilization in total. Which would judge the reader. In order to serve the reader."
"The reader?"
"There would be an interactive window screen on which to read language as well as floating shapes and inventive hyperlink sequences."
"What would be the point of separating them into either Jesus or Anna categories?"
"Well is their life more like an struggle against death or an struggle against the fate worse than death? That's the critical distinction we are trying to isolate."
"Also the distinction between inside civilization and outside civilization isn't completely clear. What are the imaginative and metaphorical associations the average human makes about the wilderness or the desert? As compares with those (or they) they make about civilization in general?"
"Returning to civilization is like finding out about which type of fate you have all over again. It re-traumatises you all over again sometimes. Also the distinction between inside civilization and outside civilization is one of being. One is either being outside civilization or they are being inside civilization. It matters what it means in an human spirit. And everything that happens to them is part of what occurs in those two places," said the Christiannan.
"Then what would be the point of separating them into either category?"
"First, to remind them about what returning to civilization is like. It would also being the cutting edge of civilian care and hospitality which would guide them to necessary services."
"Wait so you're thinking about the future, like in an big way."
"Wasn't that clear?" said the Christiannan.
"No," said everyone else.
"But I compared the symbol of antiquity to an computer artifice. How much more advanced can you get culturally and being sophisticated enough to meditate upon both?"
"So it would be like an touchscreen map at an mall."
"But in an cultural and civilization centre."
"Like the mall."
"What if," said Islam, "it decided you were more like Jesus. Your life is an struggle against death. And it was able to direct you to religious and ethnic services that could be of some help to you?"
"We'd first have to invent those religious and ethnic services."
"Thank you for being so hyper-critical," said Islam, "it was just an suggestion."
"Ya well my statement also was an suggestion. Thanks for noticing."
"Fine," said Islam.
"History was basically about someone who started washing Islam. And Islam was like that's racist. I'm going to show this guy what the height of sophistication means. And then Islam did. And everyone at the watering hole got into this big argument about who was washing whom. So Christianity was like, you know what, I'm going to wash EVERYBODY! And they did."
"Now there's an toy of an thought to play with! Anyone else have any interesting toys‽"
"History was about Judaism, Christianity, and the Christianna in the beginning. Because they were all trying in the beginning to measure in the beginning what the human spirit was in the beginning. With Science. Even though they hadn't invented it yet."
"Philosophical!"
"Okay, I got one. History was basically about trying to decide whether we were an gay species or not. And so Ovid wrote his Metamorphosis; it was an narrative large enough to capture the minds of its audience (every person since he had wrote it who felt, basically, that this was true. That history was about the metamorphosis from not knowing whether we are an gay species to knowing that we are an gay species). His inspiration for this work was his love for an young man. He actually wrote the work based off of his inspiration following it. What he didn't know was love at that time. In order to figure out his metamorphosis first we had to understand it through faith. And then we had to understand it through science. Because these were both needed to complete the human picture."
"That is the deepest and most true thing anyone has ever said to me."
"I got one. It isn't about that. And that's not true. And I know exactly why."
"You do? Explain it then?"
"We had always known we were an gay species and it didn't take Ovid's Metamorphosis to figure that out!"
"But it did. Sir. Let's count the numbers here."
"But then how were we able to figure it out in faith first, if we didn't have science? And that's not necessarily part of history."
"But you just said it," she exclaimed, "we had always known we were an gay species and it didn't take Ovid's Metamorpohsis to figure that out!"
"That's faith, to you?"
"Yes," she said like snobby like.
"Well how do you know we didn't have science before we had faith?"
"Who are you exactly?"
"We're people who populated the planet after the first explosion but before humanity eventually randomly evolved and we had technology because we've been here before. And we know how it works exactly. You see. You got to Planet Earth because of us."
"Prove it."
"Well what do you mean exactly, madame, by faith then. If you say we required metamorphosis?"
"Well you see God is part of faith."
"I see."
"So the metamorphosis was not about humans needing to know whether we were gay. It was about God needing to know whether we were gay."
His jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
"Wait so," she paused, "we could know we were gay before God did?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"How not?"
"OMG. That's your reasoning?" she criticized, "that is the sum total of all your logic and thinking on the subject‽"
"No," said the Christianna, "that's an summary."
"Good."
They both looked at each other and their eyes were narrowed to slits. It was going to get really a-reciprocate in here!
"How could we not know we were gay before God did?" she began presenting, then looked around the room, "you're all gay after all and you've been around since before God."
They were counting and measuring with sophisticated instruments how much venom was in her spit.
"And," she continued, "maybe we were not important enough for God to know we were gay yet."
"I agree. Maybe we're not important enough for God in the universe. The WHOLE universe. Where other interesting things are happening."
"Please continue," they said.
She paused for almost an whole minute.
"Then how can we get God to know we're gay. And why do we need to?" she said.
"Why-would-we-need-to‽" they all said. It was obvious to them.
She accepted that they had admitted it.
"You're right," she said, "we do need to."
"But," said the old gentleman taking an huge breath, "this is all hypothetical. Surely God knows we're gay."
"But it doesn't know all of why we're gay," said Hinduism.
"Why are we all gay?"
"We're not all gay!"
"But by the numbers, madame, whom you represent. Each one of your chosen religions. Who you represent. Surely then you are gay!"
"Then we're gay!" she agreed and concluded.
"Well how can God not know that we're gay if we're agreed on this subject?"
"But we only just agreed on this subject. It is an breakthrough truly."
"Wait so. You're saying. God doesn't know we're gay because we only just agreed. That we are. And we're all representatives of Major Religions," (the possibilities were breaking free across her mind), "so like the possibility is that an lot of people out there who do self-identify with one of our religions are in the closet themselves."
"Not mine," said the Christianna, "we have never recorded any presence of any Christiannan ever being in the closet."
"Well at least there's that."
"I think we need to address the Pink is Spoilt issue," said the Christiannan, "but we also need to learn how to be cold about it as Canadians. We know Pink is Spoilt honey-dum-dums but there is also the pressing issue of how cold female characters (badass tough chicks) are often the centre of their universe of characters. All characters, in an sense, proceed from the blue female protagonist because she is the coldest, smartest, most calculating. (Coldness in this sense of hers is not mean and it is instead graceful, warming, and magic-rodden). People who associated with being cold in Canada are not actually monsters. They are roleplayers. The cutest, most kindest and gentlest of people. They possess ice magic because, well, they really are made of ice. They're using it on their sexual feelings. They're used to it being there everywhere in their country. So maybe that collective coldness is enough to put on the Pink is Spoilt issue."
"To put. Very graceful."
"And you think we're all roleplayers who think about ice magic‽ I'm just kidding. We probably are."
"So I mean," said the Christianna, "since there are these Pink is Spoilt people everywhere. Almost like zombies. The best way to deal with it is coldly. As an religious person, so you know. Action scenes. You might actually have to signal to them. If it comes to speaking you're going to be gracious and kind for free. So like from one Canadian to another Canadian it's different than from an Christiannan to another Canadian. The Christiannan Canadian is going to be like. (Icy cold). Oh you happened to harness the Canadian powers of the weather. But an Canadian who is not Christiannan will be like. Oh you happened to experience the weather."
"So Christiannans are icy cold then."
"Well it is an blue religion. Ice is blue magic. So it gains its power from all of the coldness and frostiness of space as well as the Canadian frostiness spell."
"Such powa."
"That's an lot of mana!"
"Yeah. You realize it because you're Canadian. That's where the coldness of outerspace and Christiannan religion originated. After Canada sucked all of the ice magic out of Russia they became the coldest species to have ever lived."
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