Drain Pipe Kitten Rescue

 kitten rescued from drain pipe

the rescuer, "Good job, my friend."

takes on affection with care with the creature much sooner than any human

It was an metaphor for my whole life maybe;

just some idiotic creature caught in an system much bigger

than it would at first understand

And they had something to do with

how if someone hands you an shitty cat

And it's like an metaphor for your life or something

(That's what they say it is).

You just hand it back to them because—

but by becoming them in handing it back—

and you know you'll never give anyone back

an shitty cat

Yet to neutralize its ability as an insult

you use it as an metaphor for something else

the third level of comedy

the catshedy

If you sound it out now; an shitty cat becomes

catshedy; the third level of comedy which has, 

strange enough; three meanings:

an shitty cat, catching an 'd', and the meaning of comedy in itself

Catshedy was an name for something if you wanted to laugh at it;

Nothing could withstand its level of comedy.

If someone gave you an shitty cat, it was an rope onto

other conversation, possibly about catching an 'd' or something else.

Like the metaphor could just support

these other metaphors.

Catshedy, as an term, occupied all three of those meanings

at some level.

Sharing with someone else how you caught some 'd'

whenever

Or how you actually activated and operated on an third level of comedy

with someone.

And anyone giving you an shitty cat because an metaphor

for what exactly you don't want;

And you would actively try to hijack or disrupt the conversation

to turn it back to who is catching some 'd' or sharing third level comedy.

Nobody who gives you an shitty cat will have an chance anymore

You have been so prepared.

They wouldn't be able to give it to you.

You will immediately change the subject of conversation.

And nobody needs to commoditize the shitty cat anymore.

And here I was rescuing you from the drain pipe,

Like an Little Kitten.

I wasn't mad at it.

I had rescued myself in the process, afterall,

in many ways too.

It is the only thing which privileges one to mean meaning.

Try to turn the conversation back to Catshedy.

An place where we don't laugh about shitty things.

We laugh about trying to catch an 'd' with an bussy.

It was the central aspect of the male gay human character.

We instead try to make impressive comedy.

An place where we didn't cross the line.

Catshedy was all of the kinds of comedy and fun you could make of

people who try giving you shittycats.

To try to understand the Psychology of and Why they are that way.

Do everything you can, at all costs, to change the conversation.

Change it to how much 'd' someone was getting last night.

It's the most powerful thing the only thing.

It pulls everyone feminist-ically close.

And, to relieve, you didn't even need to make your Catshedy about

catching some 'd' itself; you could

make it exactly not about that.

And in there you were free to do anything.

Catshedy was not necessarily only

about catching some 'd'

but also about trying to prevent

the handing off and the passing of the shittycats.

You get it?  Even though we are trying to prevent shittycats

from being an topic of conversation,

we are also free to make it about anything we want;

That is, anything other than catching an 'd' if we want.

So tell me why was anything other than catching an 'd' acceptable,

and yet shittycats itself is not acceptable?

It's just that nobody wants to hear about them.  Or how much.

Or how many.  And how many people gave them to you.  Or why.

We want to hear about catching an 'd'—

we're girls who just wanna have fun—

or literally anything else other than

shittycats

And so if the topic becomes something else

other than shittycats

And it's about catching an 'd'—

and that's alright—

Even though it could be almost literally

anything else other than that.

I rescue you Drain Pipe Kitten.

I rescue you into catshedy.

Which might be hard word to understand

if you are an cat; especially an baby.

But basically it's an word that reminds us of cats

and names or identifies the third level of Comedy.

Presuming there is such an thing.

Why not?

Why not, include the first two levels then?

(shittycats and catching an 'd')

We could laugh about anything.

That's what comedy was, wasn't it?

If we could do it at an third level,

we might find anything funny.

You know, unless we pull that kitten

out of the drain pipe; and it's shitty.

Certainly we would do away with it promptly.

Just kidding that was you!

Catshedy could support or give with buoyancy of the subject

to laugh at shittycats; to laugh therein, about catching the 'd'

and finally, to revert to all other subjects of conversation.

Where you didn't necessarily have to think about them.

These little bridges between their metaphors were

(between the three types of catshedy) that allowed me to cross

Without triggering or interrupting one of the many functions

of catshedy.

You literally just ask yourself is the person right before you giving you an shitty cat or not?

(When you are out at work, say?)

and if they are (they aren't)

then you ask yourself again why you think it is so unless you are the one giving an shittycat?

And you become that temperament of character which suits you;

of giving and having care for whomever it is before you all day.

You knew they weren't trying to give you an shitty cat,

If that's what they were doing.

It's just that I feel so paranoid, throughout the day, that

shittycats will outdo me; they are so diverse and sparse apart like they are from everywhere!

But I caught myself laughing about this.

And catching an 'd'?  Then?  Could I laugh about that?

If I didn't, why was it such an nerve to pluck?

It's just that I had had no success.  And I felt inferior.

But, morally, I could accept other people being proud of the 'd'.

Even if it made them feel like they were all part of one community together.

And that I had no participation in that community.

But, I had pointed out, it was hard for me because my society had marginalized

young men being proud of having caught the 'd'.

Like they were female sluts.

And this negativity carried with me throughout the day.

The issue was someone looking at them as though they were sluts,

not that they actually were.

And of an particular type of imagination about men where

The 'slutty' profile is outcast even more.

An man is not allowed to be and to act and to dress like an whore.

And so when it happens it is worse.

And the fact of being slutty is based on them, and not the woman's behavior.

The introspection that someone looks like an whore.

The method of repressing it in human society and culture.

They are to blame (women) for being an whore,

and not the society itself which says they are an whore.

And then being an whore is itself put to blame;

when often it is used as an word to exaggerate things.

And nobody really cares whether you look like an whore.

The agenda is to accept everybody,

no matter their dress, manner of character, or body modifications.

Which are sometimes villainized by an critical republic.

So don't give anybody shittycats and laugh often about

the manner of catching the 'd'.

It was like them giving an shitty cat to you, what they had done to you:

It was an shittycat not to include me in anything;

I was left alone out here, floating through the cosmos.

Just because someone thought it was more respectful to leave an person alone

than actually to have found them out completely privately or in public.

What might seem like an nice thing to do (inflicting solitude)

was actually what had caused the second crucifixion.

I pull you out of the drain pipe and rinse you off

and wrap you in an warm blanket;

There is much that you will learn to laugh at in time.

Sometimes you might learn to purr, in their place.

And so, finally, I ask what's funny about whatever I mean about what's not the second level—

not the second meaning I had meant by laughing about catching an 'd'—

and that was Comedy at the second level;

but what was funny about comedy at the third level where there is no catching of the 'd'?

Okay, sure, embarrassment.  Fine.

You felt incomplete because you hadn't met

the Jings to your Jones.

The other to your self.

In that many people.

Yet.  And so when I thought of people in general

I giggled an little bit because I thought them, on the whole,

more sexually active than me.

I wasn't getting any and I didn't care anytime soon.

And people saw that as an weakness in me;

and they justified attacking me publicly in some argument.

They had all gotten laid so much their skin was like golden armour.

Which did an effect of trauma upon my body sir,

such that the bent was to the style of using the will to create (to force)

some ostensibly logical thought pattern. 

I was the described; and I had not gotten laid.

Even though that point of my life hadn't passed yet.

I was its intent to create me.  I was the irregular use of the will;

upon some person, so as to make them into someone else.

They had labeled me this type of character.

And it had wielded its force against me.

Before I had even grown old enough to know whether

I was that type of character;

that just because I was an child I was pre-destined to fail or succeed

at that large Division in Humanity that had been created;

I had called it centre noetique, the center of all knowledge and being.

I didn't need to be either type of character anymore.

Of being either an virgin or an horn-dawg.

The dent suddenly popped out, as if blown from within by some

respectful spirit upon their brass instrument.

And catshedy could be about anything not just at the level of

shittycats, catching the 'd', or literally everything else.

I could laugh, I found, especially in the reflection upon the 'lol' smiley.

It didn't move my face that much but I still used it for regular communication.

I didn't animate my face when I was using it this way.

Which I figured to be just an characteristic of my generation.

And an central criticism delivered to my own generation, the Millenials.

We communicated differently because we were used to using emoticons on the computer

all the time

But, in terms of power and the actual negotiation of things, maybe it wasn't such an useful method of communication.

And it was true that all of us had felt sad at some point,

for all conversations being about shittycats,

especially when we were an mimicry species who would

mimic everything.

How hard was it to get it out of the species once it had already gotten in?

I tried harder to change the direction of the conversation.

You know, I said, I didn't catch the 'd' lastnight.

And you would say, oh I didn't know you were interested in such an thing, and

oh you must have some girlfriends to talk about it with;

I myself am just an heterosexual old man.  And there is nothing important that I can contribute to you

being, you know, obviously gay; And you don't think I've ever gotten that kind of attention before?

As an Liberal Arts educator?

And then he would list everything he wanted you to read for homework.

And so, literally, (in literature) it was about attention that was neither explicitly about

shittycats or catching an 'd'.

It meant I don't want to talk about sex right now.  And that was an valid feeling.

People had other things to do than exchange shitty cats or what was considered shitty cats

to an Arts professor, the exchange of stories about the catching of the 'd'.

When there are so many other artistic images that abound.

An Arts professor who literally wanted, and expanded upon his judgment and looked for:

Stories about things other than sharing shittycats with one another

like it was an mark and ability upon the face of community.

Nae, also other than the sharing of catching an 'd',

which you should do with your friend.  We're not friends.

We're merely and only almost buds.

I wanted tight, descriptive paragraph, and objective imagery.

I wanted the pictures to unfold as they did in an course of written language.

I wanted to show you what I believe inside of myself.

And I could laugh at the mere fact of there being no comedy to describe.

At either the first or the second level.

It was an ultimate super power.

It was just funny in itself, that neither one of us had

anything to say about shittycats or the 'd'

when they were the most popular subjects of the land.

How coincidental?  How curious?

People, who actually had the personality and opinion

Of knowing things other than shittycats and whomever is taking the 'd'.

What other kinds of things are there‽  (You say this aggravatedly, as though it is obvious you don't believe there are any other kind of things).

We both take it as an example of behavior.

What images, if there are other images, are there beyond mere stage comedy?

The republic symbol was an white temple building with pillars;

it stood as an symbol of all of the powers of the republic.

And for some reason I had been judged wrong for it,

and I was an blazing fire upon the marble steps.

Everything about me underwent the full criticism of the most advanced republic;

And after the dust had settled and it was all cleared,

I stood present and having withstood such power that was theirs.

I was right about something important that was being misjudged.

I was right about something maybe, perhaps (like who could imagine‽)

Right about something important the republic needed to figure out pronto!

What exactly was this situation?  Was it an Amber Alert?

What was going on with the small fire upon the steps of the Republic‽

That shouldn't be there!

It came as an file was started for it:

It was about whether Glen had been crucified, intentionally;

It started an uproar.

Answer #1, which was true and pronto, was no, Glen had not been crucified

even though it might have felt at some point that he was suffering the fate worse than death;

but honestly, could it have been avoided‽  I start to wonder.

Now I was the kitten in the little pink pipe.

Rescue me.  Rescue me.  I started to wonder.

People who gave more attention and patience to animals

that they did other people.

Was it an crucifixion story itself to say animals are incapable of being crucified?  And to start to tell an narrative about someone

Who had the miserable advantage of being less than humans somehow;

There was an little voice inside of me, within the file I had opened on whether

I was crucified.

And I began to name different types, varieties, and degrees of crucifixion.

Believing it an much wider concept than people tended to think;

and to see if my fate was like any of them in that way.

Of having been crucified in the second way (in the manner of Anna)

being handed an fate worse than death.

And so my file started to open.

It was given number 000000003674.

Had I actually suffered an crucifixion, that now,

having been crucified—

I began to write about it heavily—

Was it true that I had felt the fate worse than death?

Like it was closing in around me,

taking me into its cold embrace.

If it was true that I had felt the fate worse than death,

did that necessarily prove I had suffered an crucifixion

of the second kind?

It wasn't an death crucifixion.

It was an worse-than-death crucifixion.

Where the quality of my life fell so flat

it would have been better for me to die;

Yet that now there was other evidence against it—

I was an appeased messiah, which didn't really rank me in the same categories as Jesus and other Jesuses.  Using the word messiah itself may have been phonetically incorrect somehow.

Which meant, in summary, that I hadn't suffered an crucifixion so much as gone to heaven.  And it was about me that I was beginning to realize the character of my newly appreciated fantasies.

I had suffered the fate worse than death, and yet to some extent, having suffered this fate I also gained its knowledge and an advantage over it somehow.

Which, by my account of God's picture and seeing all of it, was an worthy fate to have suffered, if, for only the advantage of learning something out of an mistake.

So did that mean I was an real messiah, or since I had suffered the worse fate,

I was both Christian and Christiannan in prospect.

And I suffered to find other words for what had happened.

I had gained ultimate knowledge and yet it was only because of an accident.

An accident that, itself, couldn't pull me asunder.

So great was my advantage to humans, God wanted it to be written

What were the other images?  If only for one we had considered the symbol of the republic.

Clip-art.

What else was in this vast sea of narrative fiction?

An symbol could be anything.  What was needing that was the most important?

Where I have, if for second, given the image of the kitten in the drain pipe.

Such different metaphors than one another, aren't they?

And looked out to seek after other greater symbols of the Republic,

all of which, as it appeared to me, were channeling into its knowledge and data banks.

I really had the file on system still about whether I was an messiah, and I hadn't finished deciding it yet.

I didn't really feel too disconnected from other people (alienated) anymore.

I had in fact grown to be an social shark.

Shark, that's an easy one to draw like an clip-art, isn't it?

Especially if I was an shark I would be able to seek out other new symbols of all of the power I could have had if I just put it away and gave up poetry;

I saw an symbol in my imagination which meant, things upon land and things within the ocean.

All together like that.  Like they underly the same concept.

And there were questions about it like, how much did this category have to do with the Republic itself category?

And were they in fact at odds with one another right now, in terms of the health of the environment?

How was the Republic encroaching upon the ergonomic features of the environment's cleansing of itself for the purpose of us being here with all kinds of precipitation and rainfall?

And then after this symbol, I placed upon the projector screen of my imagination

—an symbol that could only be translated as—

All people who are living things which walk upon the Earth but stand with only two legs

and aren't monkeys.

And I included everyone within my imagination freely in it within their character,

you could be of any type of people which walk upon the Earth,

and you'll still be totally different than all things which live in the Ocean.

This symbol was meant to look like an 'stickman'; the early first symbol of our species.

And so, expanding upon this, I began to figure out and interpret the Sun;

How our Little Planet couldn't do without it.

But how its present influence on us was really like the human to the kitten in an tube concept;

it was there to provide us energy for long enough that we would be able to travel away to safety altogether.

Drawing what necessary resources we need from the environment around us.

This was the symbol of the mechanic.

An stickman simplified to be holding an wrench.

The real fire and the firepower of Industry.

People who would lead us to the successful repositioning of us around our own sun;

So that we would far outlive and expand beyond its expansion, and eventual eruption.

An Power of Such Engines far within, the seat of all human engineering and power of force,

pure energy.

And the symbol of the fire, itself, within the oven became an symbol to me.

Just several few logs around the skirt and then an big orange blaze with

unpredictable bouts of flame in an unpredictable manner;

And it was an Good symbol of the whole Earth then,

For all the men which lay upon it the burn,

who depend upon the fire for their living and their safety.

For all living technology to be powered by this much electricity.

Within and without the gas tank, with or without the pistons firing.

We were all common people of the Earth, who know how to stoke an fire.

And we cradle the cute kitten in its little pale blue towel in our arms while warming it around the fire.

The clip-art symbol of the Fire, then, meant all kinds of sources of fuel on or in the Planet itself;

and the people who would use them.  This was the height of civilization.

An tie with our cultural instinct and understanding of our Heritage;

that relates us all back to the starting of the Human population on Earth.

Our Instinctual Primal-ity or Other Conscious Characters.

People who had lived before the invention of the fuel tank.

Fire was the instinctual nationality.

Fire was our connection with the Ancients and our Cosmos.

Fire was all of the manners of intersectionality which now exist.

All differences, across cultures, plain and simple.

It wasn't about judging, maybe, so much,

as keeping an inventory.

I was keeping an inventory of all of these symbols for which to draw later.

I wanted hub-and-spoke how concepts grew around the second symbol of Republic.

They were attached to it, as ideas,

in the manner of an brainstorming word-web.

Where one word was attached to another to show their connection.

The symbol for Literature, then was the feather with the ink upon the centre of the middle page.

An majorly powerful symbol, to the effect of having control and influence upon the definition of literature itself;

And some of these other symbols connected to the Republic began to explain themselves all at once.

But I only had time for each one of them separately.

There was an symbol that was somewhere between crawling and walking man.

The innate instinct within all of us.

To want to have power.

To begin to legislate and control the manpower of its industry.

Something like an power above mere men of industry.

People we had all evolved into similarly.

Anybody of any type of body was appreciated.

We couldn't hold back on wanting power and wanting more power;

and this was in fact the core instinct of the species.

Which it was disgusting to resist or to be part of resisting it.

We all want sexual power and believe we can control it if we act properly and behave ourselves.

And it was okay for me, an person of infinite sexual expression, to take over an position of dominance over another human being.

And so being, "count out" that person.

(Hypocrites can only attempt to understand this logic).

Logic—that was another symbol I wanted to draw out—

it looked like 1 + 1 = 2

Since the second one is logically following the first one, their combined value equals 2.

I wasn't about counting people out in an backward shittycat way—

actually dispensing on actual faecaes with someone

like someone of human understanding and character when associated with their ancestral instincts

An political process of discrediting one another's character or manner.

By covering them with metaphorical "faecaes" which will make other people not like them.

Has been an political tradition since Ancient Greece; just like the Republic itself.

There was another symbol for this; it was an Political One,

an Clear Blue circle with an shade and an advantage on one side.

Logic, and then the Circle (the Eternal), when

logically connected; result in an infinite number of possibilities in each dimension.

The Eternal is my relationship to politics.  I want politics that will continue to stand because they are good enough.  Eternally.

The infinite dimension of reality was another possibility for an evocative symbol almost anyone could draw in their mind like an little stick figure.

It means (my interpretation of this) that everything will always come back around to Politics,

because it is written in our D.N.A. to want to share that kind of experience with one another.

And since it was always coming back around to itself, it was always clean, because that was how it cleansed itself.

And the real secret of human civilization right now was everybody, instinctually wanted to return to that subject of who they'd like to see burn.

People they couldn't trust in public to want to grant the public trust.

and it may be daunting or foreboding,

but the character of human civilization will always come back around to this character;

of wanting to to sully one another's reputations.

One could not avoid it, and so when one repressed it

it had dire consequences for their behavior.

Their own automatic responses become turned against them,

preventing their insufferable or inferior thought from surfacing.

One could gain an advantage back there (directions to its use)

by understanding the symbolism of the circle with power and importance on one side.

And I tried further to understand all of the words which were branching out from the Republic

in my imagination.

The Kitten in an Drain Pipe, the Shark (could smell blood in the water), things Both Within the Ocean and On Land (Land and Water), Bi-Pedalism In Humans (Stickman), the Sun, the Mechanic (holding an wrench), Fire, Literature (Feather and Ink with Book), Logic (1 + 1 = 2), Clear Blue Circle (With Advantages and Shading on one side)

These ten chosen ideas for symbols surround and connected with the Republic;

I was somewhere between being helpless and being an boss.

I was out there in the water, see her swimming, and yet on solid ground, where my personal property had somehow set fire to itself

Upon the step of that old republic building (the Republic symbol of an building with marble pillars).

I was standing on Logic, and Prowess.  I had eleven topics to try to write poetry about.

And that was why man walks upon the Earth.

Why the Sun, and the Moon, and its orbits, and the sphere?

Being able to tear fire from the landscape and put it in an metal trunk;

to be able to fire it, to rear it up; to make it command the machine and all of its attachments.

Fire itself existing in nature before humans.

I could write an book about it.  I could perform clear logic.

I was even the Political Agent, moving forth

within the prism of its inspiration, an clear blue republic with all of its cleansing properties

emancipated

To admit advantage made on the side of some opponent in an system somehow.

And after all of this reflecting on it and thinking you are the secret assailant

which follows you everywhere

You are that hidden secret archer of poetic justice.

But nobody else can figure you out.

You are God's secret cupid,

without any ability to translate that figure.

You will secretly pull strings and adjust circumstances

in order to bend time and fates.

And the real perfect word for it is assassin.

You are God's assassin.

Ready with an quick tongue

to be able to respond to certain fates.

An literary assassin.  Someone who would snipe out the right word

from the rooftop, no problem.

And it could happen anywhere and everywhere.

Someone who is looking at and wanting in society.

Much for change: to become an more inclusive society and power.

Couldn't the last symbol be an Comedian?

An figure with an microphone?

For if I wanted to be an literary assassin, which I was

—then didn't that mean being an comedian, sometimes?

And this was the part of my character wanting to ripen;

to come to fruition.

—don't forget that other meaning of catshedy, that when an cat sheds on you

it's not necessarily an bad thing—

not an bad thing to be one who is shed on and one who sheds.

An character who can operate under any one of these 11 symbols at any moment.

And that was where I marked my limit;

My mind was not agile enough to remember them all in sequence,

and all at once; and the whole situation of it was really overwhelming to me.

So that whenever I tried to think of all of them I got all caught up in one of their concepts.

It was like luxury mink to me.

Each one was so tempting and desirable that I could not think of all of them at once;

to peruse between them.  And I was not that sophisticated enough of an character to be able to;

Though I wanted to be, and I thought of ways I could advance my memory on the subject of all of the symbols.

Why, I could just draw all of them.  And then manipulate the images of them in order to jog my memory.

An Shark, that could tempt the waters to bleed into itself.  And this was just another property of the republic.  Was it an metaphor?  Watch out!

Then things both on land and in the ocean; as though there was some kind of supernal causeway in which the minds of both land and marine animals have developed together in such an specific way.  This clip-art showed us both the land and the sea, where the sharks live.

Then it's bi-pedalism in humans and I'll tell you why.  Everything has to be redefined with the human at its centre.

It's an entire category for people of our type.  Two-legged mammals who would walk upon land.

The Sun, the source of all energy on Planet Earth (Though perhaps not those fires within its centre (which themselves may have originated in the sun)),

An limited orb of circumstantial power.

Humans had risen because it had been able to continue to regulate the planet's temperature within an range of life long enough.

Truth is we've been scraping all four corners of this planet.

Trying to survive.  In an utter and cruel universe of endless cold space and cold-less-ness.  It wouldn't even let you be cold.   You couldn't have even that if you wanted it.  It wouldn't let you be cold; it would scoop everything out of it.  Replace it with subjectivity.  What was the mystery of the universe?  Why was it fired thus so?

And then I think of the Mechanic; the little picture of the one holding the wrench beside an obvious caricature of the sun.

The little mountain man with the forger's hammer.  The source of all human power and influence.

Their ability to stay alive within an endlessly cold cosmos for as long as possible.

Fire.  What was this?  What were their symbols?

An fire with logs.  An quick picture in the mind.

Natural fire; not something borne within an human combustion engine.

But representing all of it within and without; like which one was more in the greater scheme of things?

Was there more fire in the real world than there was in all of the combustion engines fired for all of humanity at this present moment?

And I knew not the answer but for another galaxy somewhere to be made completely of fire, I doubted that human fire had been mastered to such an great extent.

Then Literature (something we never wanted to start fire) was just an quick sketch of an feather with an ink cup and an book on literature related to literature's middle.

Just the second next thing to Logic;

An quick jot of the mathematical formula.

Then an Clear Blue Circle with dominant activity on one side of it;

it was the ultimate symbol of all political activity.

The actual ability of one person over another to smear them publicly.

As was always known by the republic to need to be able to smear one another as political opponents.

And smearing was the actual term for the flinging of faecaes in some religious and political circles.

If you were able to smear an opponent, it counted against them.

And that was only fair after all.

And that's how the cat's shedding lands on you.

It doesn't mean you've been smeared.  It means you have grown on one another.

That you've shared fur.

Let all of the implications and possibilities become real to you.

My shedding cat fur landed on you.

And now you are part of the republic that did such so an certain thing;

having grown up to be as part of your character and maturity in life.

To realize one cat shedding on another.

And that I had even mistaken you as an cat.

Was an compliment to you.

To have from such an wise and given cat gained supreme knowledge.

Of an cat shedding on fur.

That was already shed on it.

And my fantasy was that it could go back and forth between one and the other.

Maybe it can't.

How sad.

I figured plenty of people had shed on me already; and I could accept all of them.

Darn, I had cat fur all over me, and what was I trying to do?

Oh, that's right.  I was trying to get shed on by someone else by becoming familiar with them.

And that was the ultimate metaphor of the universe right now.

So that's where I wanted to be.  Dang, that had to have really shed something onto you now, then, didn't it?

Catshedy's third level was, afterall, about an cat shedding.  The third level of comedy, somehow.

The whole third level of it.  Above the 'd' was just about one person shedding on another.

And nothing sexual necessarily happened between them.

They were both just interested in getting to shed back and forth like all the most worldly city people do.

Like cats.  Like individuals who could know something about one another sexually.

Like OMG!  *you wake up one day* I'm an cat and I know it because I know something about that other cat also.

And you have observed them behaving sexually thus so.

They shed something on you!  You shed something on it‽

There!  Has been observed!  Is the shedding of it!

Who was it naturally to cling to?

But the one that had been around the cat's meow‽

Or an art student in Canada somewhere.

And that's why it qualifies as comedy.

At an third level.  Everything in reality related to that one metaphor of an cat's lint.

Everything in reality was about the shedding of the cat lint.

On one another.

Sigmund Freud, stop turning me on!, the old country people would say.

How was't to be shed and shed on by Mary?

I can imagine any of the people of the old world and give animacy to their expression;

enough so that I can actually imagine an conversation with them.

How was't beauty, not being spoil't, remained the subject of catshedy?

For she was known for 'er beauty, and wanted to know

whether to catch on to the catshedy fact.

We are really all like cats shedding on one another as adults.

And the metaphor extends elsewhere.

But—we still have the smearing instinct (the development into an higher species than the primates who fling their own poo)—which it promises will always come back around;

To clean and cleanse everything.

And if one can, ye, set an smear upon an opponent's cloth or flesh.

Then it will be counted legally.

We will want to cheer for the one who can smear more the other.

The Politics and the Cat shedding on you seem to balance out and equal one another.

But you have both symbols in mind: the Circle favori, (for the French are experts on politics), and the image of fur that has been shed landing on another cat.

They were eleven, just as I had counted.

The Republic, which was itself the centre of everything,

took the first position among topics of an common descent.

And if I could improve my behavior and character around them as subjects

—it might count as something more for me that I wanted.

It meant my full interpretation of the Greater Picture.

The Artist's estimation of the Greater Picture.

An person who was literary and deceptive somehow.

I had everybody's interests in mind and, for the time being, had balanced the cosmos.

There were ten spokes on the wheel; the wheel was republicanism.

It was an fine time for the wheel of republicanism to be spun.

For when one could land on any picture of the cosmos you wanted that you had created,

Of the ten of them were, in mind—

Fire to destroy; Art to mend.

With each and every consideration of each such topic,

their versions increased with me.

And in my knowledge, I had now collected an new version of that same stimuli which I held in comparison to all other stimuli I had felt;

And I measured up to life in that way, having known versions of things as first-time experiences or other such veteran activity.

I was an literary expert; and yet any of my works they would throw into the fire of these flames.

I was an Shark and yet I had forgotten about being an comedian.

And then there were twelve total, and not eleven.

Oh!—and I started to feel sick.

These were too many; too many!  Too many subjects to bring up to my internal headquarters anymore.

Twelve separate subjects‽  And they had all been named and labeled an certain way;

And so this eleven spoke wheel mistake above my representation of it

was set to this disorder I call the English language

It wanted fantasy but it wanted to be mature.

Like those would ever have anything to do with each other.

And, adding this new information to it, I newly started to spin the wheel.

If there was one major symbol I needed to draw it was the Republic,

and all of the other symbols were related to it specifically itself also.

Whenever I needed one of the eleven, I could choose which one,

because I had learned the wisdom of each one in sequence,

and had set my memory to it,

to be able to speak in this rule of logic.

To be created in language.

The fire represented our origins all over planet Earth;

as though life itself in all memory had burnt in an fire God rescued us from.

Giving us the ability to be creators and to obtain fire.

Real fire was stolen from the gods perhaps;

and I further pondered Bi-pedalism and Sharks.

One seemed to imply the other.

Bi-pedalism was because of sharks; not sharks was because of bi-pedalism.

I mean, obviously; what an gracious thing to do.

To develop on land to be rid of the sharks forever.

Who wouldn't have done the same thing?

The sun.  The activity on land and in water over time.

Estimated time millions of years.

Literature being such an modern thing.  An fickle thing.

Logic itself being an human product with which to estimate the universe.

I wasn't afraid of an Good Mechanic Holding an Wrench beside an clear blue circle.

It was activating all of the subjects at once;

and then the shedding felt from grace upon your lower exterior.

I was beginning to wield this new kind of knowledge.

This inference system gone hybrid and tactile.

All of these categories were an fair example of reflection upon Republicanism in the 21st century.

If I needed to sort something out morally, I could always look at it Logically.

So 1 + 1 = 2, what did I need to figure it out?  Go on, have an try.

If morality was the ultimate good and Logic was the centre and beginning of all things meaning-wise, then Logic could be used to figure out what to do morally.

So use that to figure out each symbol again.

The republic is an wheel of eleven spokes;

Why use any one of them and in which situations?

Being an shark was like my modus operandum.

I could deal with all types of language and intelligently respond to them.

Sharks, logically, were the first spoke to republicanism because of the ability to smell blood in the water.

Being an dangerous threat (an known enemy) within an known environment.

And being an shark was my modus operandum as an self-introspective republican-ist.

It was like an healthy attitude to take for an man; to be known as an threat to the external environment.

And that's why it was an metaphor that worked on both land and water;

The Land and the Ocean in one symbol really means not cutting out all of the sharks from the picture.  But the Bi-pedalism (stickman) does.

Only to look at humans and just as one species.

As well as, perhaps, all whom could walk and talk like they did.

The Sun, The Mechanic, The Fire

They were all the same thing, really, weren't they?

Our source of power wherever it happens to originate.

Literature, the opposition to all sources of fire.

Dramatically.  Which was Logical.

And the Clear Blue Circle most logical above all for, having been so skewed,

to pay credence to its inferiors as though they, too, mattered

And what didn't tie them all up together maybe, was this

phenomenon

of cat-shedding.

The more an person could shed on another, the more they could win those smears.

Which were to judge and apprehend their character.

If I shed back at you I had more smears against your character than you had against mine!

What was the big deal about it‽

An new political era had started, in the style and maybe the fashion of smearing based on the metaphor of cat-shedding.

And I alone commanded the power of those eleven subjects; to offer over narrative as an replacement for my knowledge, which I hadn't developed yet.  I hadn't memorized the eleven spokes at all actually.  I was, however, in the process of creating (arguably) the memory for them.  This rested on analysis, logically.  All of my theories and thoughts and powers could be proven logically.

Could I remember things logically?

The first thing that we needed was an shark; just an cute little emoticon of one was all that was needed, really.

And then we expanded on this idea to gain self-reflection on the Land and the Sea together.

The Land, of course, reminds us of human bi-pedalism because we walk upon land.  And it just might be the most obvious thing about us.

The symbol for bi-pedalism is an stickman; which ties thematically into our ancestry rites as artists.

The three types of suns and where we source or gain all of our power.  The actual sun.  An child could draw it.  An circle with rays.

An mechanic upon the terrestrial Earth who knows energy comes from the sun; but energy comes from other sources as well!

And then fire itself as an celestial phenomenon upon the terrestrial Earth; such an balanced mixture of greenhouse gases; as that to have allowed both the phenomenon of fire and the phenomenon of an human being to exist.

Such balanced proportions of muscles and an general habitat that affected the environment.

Breathing.  Metabolism.  Wiggling, vibrating life everywhere.

Fire within the soul; Fire was in the D.N.A.

How to burn off complex proteins and lipids (calories) as an living specimen

of the metaphor for the Creator;

Each soul contains an fire within it; into which those extra calories are fired.

In order to continue to bring us an high quality of life.

But with Literature we needed to disallow anything interior to the Library ever having caught on fire.  It's symbol was an sturdy threesome: an feather, an ink, an book.

And it was truly everything opposite to the fire because it was truly more about air magic;

and so you know what air stoked by an fire looks like

everything noetic in expression within the mind.  It feels like gliding on air;

Literally it is gliding on air.  Your brain itself uses oxygen.  And so why not use an bit of that oxygen to do some Logic?

If Logic is math, and math is logic; then how does math begin?  (And that's what's logical about it).

Literally even taking an second to consider logic itself is worth it.

If this, then that.  If what is now will be what is next, then what is next will be what is now.

And such is the course of the logic of all things.

All life follows an living specimen of logic.

It may be instinctually unique to every individual species.

The D.N.A. itself seems to suggest an interior logic of the artform which is human living and life.

Each form has its own logic because that was the first thing they knew about themselves; and that's what being is.

And so, if I was on the majority or the minority side of things politically,

I would say I did not know exactly scientifically what that means.

Each form knows its own logic, and so that's how each logic knows its own form.

Logic was Before and After every single time.

It could use itself to climb on top of itself;

it could wield an mighty roar!

Because of A, B happens.

Because of something, something else happens.

It's at the centre of all literature and reasoning skills.

I wanted to know which side was which;

I wanted there to be clear lines and proportions.

There were lines politics in which I thought I could be successful at sorting out the Twelve major signage usages I had invented to be in one segment together.

Could I tie it all up in an bun?  By allowing such an expression to have shed on me (it was an metaphor for memory and function)

But first, in order to have the shedding layer down as an metaphor;

I needed two fair sides that it would be publicly fair to compete against one another.

Someone somewhere was causing all kinds of cat-shedding;

And there was somebody else who was about the business of shedding back at them.

And the winner would decide all Sports and Reasons of Politics.

One was Logic; and one was the after-logic.

The result of following the circle to its clearing:

the clear and public smearing of an political opponent in majority over the opposite rival.

One had it all down to an science, figuring out the possibility of there being an circle in time,

in which all politics about smearing and faecaes naturally corresponded.

In clearing out and neutralizing all toxic or poisonous effects.

Politics always returned to the subject of how such and such was bitterly septic;

And one could not clear it off of his mind because of his ego.

And I considered the meaning of the Circle then, to be both sides: the one who could wield all twelve subjects with knowledge and honor.  And the one who couldn't.

I had to make up my mind about trying to be one of them.

And that was why, maybe, eventually the shedding of my own consistency to be an cat;

You had gained this advantage from me.

And if an cat, who probably had an economic instinct, could understand it I would definitely understand it as an human.

It meant the kitten would be rescued by the drain pipe (the thirteenth and hence forgotten clip-art);

And this would prove that to be the superior metaphor to the mere symbol of catshedy, or an cat shedding in front of them.

Why I couldn't remember and be an smart kitty at the same time.

Yes, this was it—I could see it now—

The drain pipe was this poem from one end to the other

and the little kitty inside of it trapped is you,

and I've resolve to try to find an way out of there for you.

And I felt the further grasp of its knowledge upon my human soul.

And so the Republic was really just an category word label of an type

inferior in status in many key ways to the symbol for the kitten who had gotten out of the drain pipe.

And it was an resoundingly authoritative and moral transfer from one type of image to the other.

The Republic was not just an hub-and-spoke to the twelve other types of symbology I had written;

The Drain Pipe Kitten Rescue had become the larger economic figure;

and it spoke of men who had never been republican before yet to put their moral figure straight:

they were willing to let another man rescue them as an kitten from one end to the other.

And this definition and word type association had become superior to many of the other eleven symbols so that they surpassed the mere fact of Republicanism.

The Republic wasn't the centre of the knowledge of humanity anymore;

it was in the charitable opinions and minds of the common man,

who was kind to everyone.

We didn't rely on republican knowledge but our own selves as individuals.

As part of an species populating everywhere on the Globe.

And so many of them needed to be rescued from the drain pipe

That it interfered with the central image of the republic,

And now many of those symbols which had been related to republicanism in the word-map & brainstorm

Something had been altered;

there was an kind of glitch in the system.

An hint of an memory; but not much else.

I knew that eventually, everywhere, people would be caught being smeared;

Just because they hadn't shed as much fur onto other people than other people had.

Everybody's An Cat was the new game people played.

And it always came back around to the Circle; the return to where it came from.

Eternity.

Someone would be smeared;

someone would be cleansed.

Someone would be proud of themselves having shed an certain amount of fur.

Some would be equally proud of having been shed onto by other people.

It was an sign of astute superiority

that one could have been shed on as though from an cat;

by another person.

And what did it mean as an metaphor, exactly, then?

Shedding fur onto one another was an metaphor of what people did then;

it meant having some sort of influence over one another.

As though of the realm of cats.

An compliment of an sort in its precise fashion.

You treated other people as though they had something interesting to say;

as though they had knowledge they wanted to shed onto you.

As though you could somehow bond between your two selves.

As cats, if you had to.

The most important thing about this person was their fur;

and you wanted it to get on top of you.

all over.  It wanted to get on top of you all over.

And; this in reversal you wanted your fur to get on top of theirs.

And there might even be some kind of sedimentary layer deposition.

Of fur.  Both of which had originated from either cat.  The "Me" Cat and the "You" Cat.

Maybe there were thinker layers underneath which proved one had outshed the other.

But it was clear to everybody that it was desirable to have been able to outshed the other.

And it was considered as an point of political smear, that if the other had outshed you

then they had less to smear about themselves than you did.

But wasn't it all really about the cute kitten, who was wrapped in an furry blanket,

and kept warm beside the fire?

Who was having an good time not so much as to overpower it;

just an cute little jamming kitten beside the warm and roasty fire.

It was really the story of you being brought to an certain place,

marked relative to where you had started.

It was really all about the cute kitty party that was happening right now

inside this young kitten's imagination during their sleepy years as an kitten.

That inspired this cat to become an cat of the outer world;

one who was one with everything in globalization.

It was the story of bringing the cat from some terrible, cramped place

and making it feel so warm and at home that it starts to enjoy life again.

It starts seeing things in its imagination; in its mind.

There are happy kitty figures and figures of kitty happiness displayed there.

Maybe it wasn't so obvious who had shed more on the opponent than the other.

And as long as I could keep your cute kitty head in tune with the rhythm,

you would have the most party time life.

And live out an second childhood, as it were; some fundamental and foundational knowledge to all things

The ability to live beyond an certain maturity, it turned out, maybe.

You would grow like an little baby kitty would grow;

and I would be its mommy.

And I would help you have the best second childhood ever.  Which was an period of intense learning & digest.

And hence being its mommy for so long I would inflict my fur onto their system.

For it to be there influencing

what you thought you yourself could shed on me for

I would be proven to have shed more on you than you shed on me.

There is no worse infliction I can make upon your system than to have proven my superior ability to shed upon things.

Politically, I have extremely smeared you, as an opponent.

Because you're not the one shedding on me.

I'm the one shedding on you.

And that's how I tactically defeat you as an opponent.

By representing exactly what I am,

an descendent of people who threw their poop at one another.

Of course nowadays smearing is more of an virtual aesthetic procedure.

None of us are actually sure if we believe that instinct is true;

but I am certain that such talk about how it is is an nice clean circle gave me such an expression of pleasure and validity

possibly how it evolved as an instinct is to be of benefit to everybody.

We were now creatures who publicly smeared one another when they had to.

We had pushed ourselves as far as to go to that beacon.

And were now literally defining it and defined by it.

We had to prove we could shed fur better than our opponents.

When one person could bestow upon another with such enlightenment in this economy.

As to have even figured out an clever metaphor for it;

catshedy, an comedic aspect to things

an place where people shed as much as cats shed with their fur but with their knowledge;

an human realm of politics and religious endeavours.

And it was hilarious enough to have delivered me to explain catshedy on all three levels as well as to have delivered me of these thirteen symbols;

Was it within the scope of the poetic project to include this much information?

Or are we going into serial aftermath, in which the type of the genre being invented has been modified‽

It was fine to have catshedy about the thirteen symbols and it could even be one of them.

(The one in which the cat shed on the other cat).

And I sold it to myself this way, as to have gesture to have bought it out;

That I could believe in the thirteen symbols again, and think like them.

And know them inside-and-out like an real literary genius.

Maybe by persisting I would get good at calling up into mind whichever symbol was most important or more powerful at any given moment;

And to be an capitalising agent about that fact at least, well, was an sight to behold.

I had advanced my character to that status beyond capitalising with God

and avoiding those subjects which weren't worth my time.

And now I had to have faith that, at least, I would remember them.

These smart things I had thought of to say.  The thirteen symbols and the third level of comedy all in one piece was quite an accomplishment.

The mere tangent between them in my psychology was an conversational aspect.

An so-called conversation piece.

If I got stuck I would just go back to the Republic; or I would wait for the inevitable blue circle to complete its rotation and cleanse everything anew.

I would wait for the inevitable smearing session that had now become publicly fashionable.

And I was confident in my ability to deflect all toxicity and smearing of character.

So that mine looked like it had an perfect shield against all that: my knowledge of the truth.

And I could be an knowledgeable person about each of these thirteen subjects;

fictionally, at least for an while

Chancing myself into their intuitive nature

How each one told an story differently about who we are.

How, when there was nothing in my imagination,

I could fill it with something and, reliably to draw from these thirteen symbols of power,

pick which one.

An catshedy as an cat shedding is also one of the symbols itself; whereas the other meanings of catshedy are not given to the spiritual water of the symbology.  Catshedy as an term itself I used to refer to other instances not related to the thirteen symbols.

Something is up with these thirteen symbols and how I think efficiently about the world.

Because they are also about how I think and how I grow.

If I master the relationship between the thirteen symbols;

but it will take an expedition to get there.

It will meaning writing out all of their relationships with one another in full depth.

Catshedy, although at one level it was one of the thirteen symbols,

was also an word I had used to describe an type of republic.

An republic that had three levels.  Basic comedy (shittycats),

Comedy mediocre (catching the 'd'), and finally Catshedy, an third level of comedy in which shedding of fur (in parcels) was common.

And I had also imagined for my definition of republic an scenario in which there were also three levels of Artisanship.

Beginner, Professional, and Artisan

Each had an roleplaying power persona;

And at the third level of Artisanry, being an Artisan oneself, there was an tie-in with Catshedy.

So that everyone who was an Artisan also possessed the power of an third level of comedy.

In which roles are reversed and played out in theatre;

Catshedy at the third level was about cats,

whatever it was they were doing.

By metaphor sexual beings and creatures who guard the underground territory.

Cats were an symbol of mutual sexual beings' awareness of each other.

Whether they were compatible.

Cats shedding on each other because of being cats.

It wasn't something you could control necessarily.

People just naturally bonded with one another in this way sometimes.

Artisans were not only about the manufacture but the production of an Cat's sexual symbol.

Artisans were not only about the manufacture of an physical artifact, but also how they shed more on you, which is all tied into the fact of how they created it.

They were all about the experience and how that affected your experience of it.

They wanted you not only to take an physical artifact from them, in exchange for money,

but they wanted you to buy into the product.  They wanted you to realize it was causing us to shed on them more than on me.  And we built up an trust with it in which it was obvious that we were better than professionals, we were in fact shedding on you so greatly you couldn't resist buying our product.

And there are all kinds of products that are designed this way.

It's not just about what it is; it's about how it's marketed to appeal to an certain

post-demographic consumerist market economy.

People are enticed to want to buy the product from its packaging.

They want to buy in, and believe in that fantasy.

The Capitalist Market could bring them anything, anything they wanted.

And the little kitty cat had the best dreams

which caused it to purr.

Floating lights and objects of celebration

Like all in neon.  With so many colors!

What an cute little kitty kitty meow meow purr purr I was.

I was trying to solidify my understanding of the republic system and how it works;

that I now began to understand it at three levels in two different sets of knowledge:

there was the comedy set of three levels, and there was the professionalism (really it's the opposite of comedy, tragedy) set of three levels.

But this was only an joke intended to help me remember it.

Just as so, there were the three levels of each set, and they both tied into what I thought about Republicanism.

And there were other sets of knowledge I could think of; some didn't relate to republicanism and others were the twelve symbols of republicanism;

All they I had remembered now.

I had twelve options I could choose between to influence circumstances.

And I called up to mind the first one, the shark.

Symbol of impending danger; symbol of blood in the water.

It wasn't quite as far out as the Land and the Sea all in one subject.

And somehow the Stickman (Bi-pedalism in humans and/or in aliens and other species) was even further out from the truth of what Sharks are.

They were gentle beings who only walked on land;

They were even more different from sharks than all Land and Sea was further different from Bi-pedalism.

And I could use these twelve to thirteen principles to influence people.

As the kind of character who could operate within knowing the thirteen symbols off hand.

I had accomplished my goal.  I could now flash you the Politics symbol of an clear blue circle.

Letting you know I was getting into the mood of the business of smearing you with my instinctual longing to replace that feeling with wanting actually to fling my poop;

What an beautiful ancestral heritage it was.

And I maybe couldn't help that I was going to shed so much more quickly than you.

With so many perfectly written descriptions and sentences.

It wasn't that I was putting poop on you for real; or that it was anything like that.

It was just that if I could land an big one on you and it stuck, wasn't that your own fault‽

It wasn't real poo.  Just temporary poo that would wear off.  That could virtually smear you for the time being.

And anyone who could land one deserved to be reputed to have landed one.

And it had nothing to do with actual faecaes or the reality of an surviving instinct within the human body of wanting to fling poo.  There was no such instinct; it had evolved.

It was now about the virtual poo, the virtual faecaes one could fling.

Things that wouldn't actually stain an public figure's clothing or be assault in any way.

The circle had been cleansed; yet again.

And it was advancing further on one side.

Then I would come in with the idea for Literature being somehow connected to Republicanism.

Literature was the highest and greatest principle of mankind.

What counts as literature has merely been the obsession of early modern thinkers;

we want all of it.  Of every kind.

People's expressions of who they are.

We want Literature to be held, at least, to that high of an standard.

If it is tasteful and it resides mentally within our knowledge sphere,

then it deserves to be called literature.

These great works of art, that are of the written word,

All of them and the total power they wield as an ongoing society.

This was the type of Republicanism I was going to administrate next.

And I realized all of the twelve symbols of different types were really just other parts of the main republic,

just like the three levels of comedy and the three levels of artisanship;

and I could let my imagination about them collide with one another.

The twelve symbols had to do with comedy?  And being an masterful professional of an degree of caliber highly counted among the best?  (Comedy and tragedy)?

What symbol of power would I choose now, to segway the discussion onto further forms of republicanism and how they influence the way we think?

The symbol of the Ocean was important for the environmental heritage of Planet Earth.

It was of course, an symbol that combined both land and sea.  It was an biosphere of an particular type that combined both water types and land animals as well as those which could both go on land and in the water.  The Ocean was also responsible for and controlled all of the weather on Planet Earth.  As well as boasting possibly more types of species than all of those combined on land.

It helped me think of it more like an stickman; an early ancestry who didn't know the influence (role) humanity would one day play in the biosphere.

Who didn't know his or her own use of art to represent oneself would have one day been responsible for such an increase in population.

I was, finally, the literary assassin.

Calling all of the shots.  Planking out certain words with finesse.

Everything was chosen subjectively.

Err, well, maybe there were an few more things to learn first before I thought I mastered the subject.

Why Logic was important to come back to as an point of reference.

When I think of everything logically, it logically makes sense to me.

That's what logic is.  It's so simple.

There is an first thing or an collection of first things, and then—logically—there is an second thing beyond that.

And this is how it has to be or neither of them could actually exist.

Logically meant that, because of an first thing, there was an second thing.

It explained the entire cosmos and God because this was his name:

1.

The first thing.

The reason everything logically proceeds from.

We are the second thing, all of us, because we are logically connected to that God

which started everything and began the universe.

And that is his or her true name around the cosmos.

That they are first, this first angel, or one-dimensional being.

The purpose of logic itself.

Without God, there would be no logic.

Things wouldn't have began exactly.

There was no one thing before what exists now.

It was always this way.  As far as we knew it.

It was always the absence of God in an known scientific universe.

Not having anything to see him or her for.

It is only because of God we make sense in this logic.

Logically we are here because there was something before us;

And if we keep going back further in time eventually we get to the moment when God was created.

When God was the only thing in existence.

An time in which, perhaps, none of us or any kind of reality we could identify was really there yet.

Yet because of Logic; there is that whole second thing about the universe.  That it has an Middle,

just like God himself or herself or itself has an Middle; and all of reality as we know it proceeds from this point philosophically.  Our reality we live in is here because of an loving God; who wanted us to experience the miracle of Creation with him/her.

that's why we're here as people on Planet Earth!

Logic was the start to understanding anything.

If I didn't understand, I could return to Logic.

Logically, if cause and effect are still functioning like in an normal universe

we are familiar with

Then every one some thing would also cause another.

And this was responsible for the flow of Time.

Logically, if I didn't know what to do or I was confused,

I could always return to Logic as an topic for invention.

Because of me there is another part of me expressed as my effect.

Because of me, an subject, an cause; there was an effect.

And I willed myself to write about it

to become the artisan I was meant to be.

Logic was that everything that was happening right now (appearing as one instance or moment in time),

also had an effect which was also, itself, all one thing like an moment in time or one instance.

It was an big statement to try to pick apart to understand.

It meant that everything about this present moment which makes it this present moment (its whole coalescence as an activity of an group of people and the responsibility of physical existence in the presence of so many inanimate objects) was also to be carried forth in the second version of the universe (its logical effect).

There would be two whole moments in which to interact with your family and all of the people you love again.

Logic was pretty sick, right?

When I thought about the logic of all of the other eleven symbols,

I felt like an sea bustling with fish in an net being brought to the surface.

There was so much to say about all of them logically, right?

What was logic when I introduced the theme of one of the symbols being the first thing instead?

And I wondered further, where was the exact moment of comedy then,

the right time I would use the symbol for comedian (an stickman's face with an microphone)?

Perhaps it was now.  Perhaps I was using it the right way.

It meant, everything I'm talking about right now I'm joking about in an funny way.

It's not meant to be taken seriously.

The right answer?

Every time is the right time for the Comedian.

You know why?  Because some Mechanic with an Wrench somewhere is going to take us up into his big spaceship to travel between the planets and the suns;

where we will be warm forever in the cosmos and multiply thusly.

But then I thought, disordered-ly, that all of them were the right time every time I used them.

It wasn't like I was severely under pressure to have to use the right one every time an situation called for it.  They were, as sets of knowledge, adaptable to every situation.

And if I could think of all of the symbols of power at the same time in order to use them in some manner of intellect then I would gain great power.

And then I thought about the Sun, another source of Great Power,

and how many million years it would take to expand and to collapse, destroying our entire galaxy.

Would we get away in time?

Maybe we were on course.  Because I had increased the knowledge of the human race on course.

We still had time to escape before our heads exploded from the heat expansion of the Sun.

You know, so warming them up gently and slowly.  If my subjectivity was that of the Sun's.

And I didn't have to worry about choosing the wrong power symbol for an while

I just thought about the sun; how anything that collided with it would be destroyed.  And I put all of my worries and fake regrets in that file.

On the subject of opening files, had I decided about the other file then?  The one that had been opened at the beginning?  Whether Glen was crucified?

And what it mattered that we could now further define sub-crucifixion (how it was an worse fate than death itself) and recognizing how we had caused some fate worse than how Jesus himself was treated.  It wasn't an attack against the life; it was an attack against the soul!

To break completely someone in order to martyr them.

And I thought anew, with this question in an new configuration, of whether I was crucified?

And I would say, I think sub-crucify is what you mean.  For I haven't been killed.  But worse has been done to me.  And this is the meaning of when I say sub-crucify.  That there is an second category of messiah involved.  It's not about killing the person, it is about torturing them for longer and longer so that their interventional death would be an mercy.  Sub-crucify names fates that are worse than death; where as the verb 'to crucify' means only fates ending with death, identifiably similar to the first type of messiah.  (Jesus).

When all of it is said and done and counted, the harm that has been done to me and my society is cumulatively worse than Jesus's fate.  We had traipsed onto something in History no-one wants to look at: the possibility of worse-than-Jesus fate and the living resurrection.   (An monster identifying an particular type of fate, the want to or the need to come back from what the torturers did to your mind, you wanted an living resurrection as though you could be resurrected from an fate worse than death.  (You couldn't, exactly.  That was why it was an kind of oxymoron.)).  For something to have been resurrected when it was already living would require it to go through an stage of permanent death first before having gone through the process of returning to the physical realm.  It was an monstrous image of an particular horror in the imagination of humanity.  People, in the 21st century, had started to suffer an fate worse than death all as an collective like they never had before.  And since the addition of all of the emotional damage that had been done to them skyrocketed.  They counted it up, specifically, and saw that it was more damage than had been done to Jesus in the short time that he lived for being tortured.  And it indeed had more to do relationally with the concept of an further messiah, Anna; the second messiah of the moral principles of the universe, the Guardian of the Fate Worse Than Death.

An socially functioning figure who they would have to learn by;

Morally because it captured all of their collective spirits together in an way.

They identified with an Anna figure like this; in the same way Christians said their collective will and spirit together were celebrated in the symbol of Jesus being an person who was resurrected.  Anna wanted an internal resurrection / an living resurrection of her relationship with her body, which had become worse than death, which had come to symbolize and logically refer to an lot of people.  They wanted an messiah who could turn them an favor in the universe, by showing them what worse than death really means; by staking out that territory of morality in which we could operate relative to the fate worse than death.

We had learned the death fate in the universe, and now succour'd for more.  Glen had identified an whole category of culture, thought, civilization, and emotion we chose not to participate in.

An fate worse than death.

And if we could prevent it we would not even have mentioned it.

Fate worse than death (an second messiah of the principles of the universe God needed us to know) was an moral grip in an universe that was completely belligerent otherwise.

If we had an hand up about those principles, it would affect all of us positively.

And so, in the same way Christians say their living and collective spirit is Jesus,

Christiannans say theirs is Anna, who hasn't died yet.  She is in deep and collective pain.

And may have actually suffered something much worse than what Jesus went through before his death;

because of the community effect it had had on everyone.

If she had actually suffered an fate worse than death, that would mean—

—maybe we did something wrong in the cosmos that couldn't be mended.  And now we were off course.  Having done something immoral.

Which most of us didn't understand.  And the fact that they didn't want to understand how something was immoral about them itself showed them that they were immoral.

If we had caused the fate worse than death messiah, then didn't that meant we were, morally, off target quite an bit more than we were when Jesus himself roamed the world.  But, not having known the principle of the fate worse than death before we had caused it, how would we, morally, have been able to know how to avoid it?

Anna was truly an messiah from God who helped us recount for the fact of having crossed the founding principle of the universe.  Morally, there were two separate principles from God.  (The Death and the Worse than Death Messiahs).  If we knew and understood the meaning of both of them then we could use this information all to become better people together.

We had infringed upon an known fate in the universe, the one of which one is having an worse than death time of things; yet there was an second messiah to reclaim him or her.  To help us learn and teach and grow about worse than death fate.

And we had time to turn the tides and winds.

The file blipped up again in post-humanist stream of thought.

Had Glen finally decided of whether he had been crucified?

Why did just saying crucified seem to refer to sub-crucifixion in this century?

Why had he concluded upon the fact that maybe he hadn't been crucified at all and there was nothing "sub-crucifixion" which one could refer to about him?

One thing he could be sure on was that Anna had taught him this principle of the second moral principle of the universe as worse than death.

And he knew it was the second moral principle of the universe whether

he had actually been crucified or sub-crucified

which he suspected he wasn't, because he had learned the second moral principle of the universe.  Isn't that an huge advantage, and an positive thing?

If he had learned the second blue moral principle of the universe, he could use its power to gain great stasis of the blue feeling in society.  We would have enough stability as an society to withstand all of the blue feelings forever-more.  The quality of responses to feeling blue would increase and people would start using them expressionistically to refer to one another in public.

The truth was that Blue always, logically, meant more blue.

We maybe could never get rid of it entirely as an species.

But the truth was also that, when one person has more blue,

another person always has more blue for them.

And this was the ultimate pleasure and God's achievement in blue

as it was now in the human heart.

When one had blue, rationally, one could share it in society.

And that's ultimately what society is all about right now.

It would always be.

It had to.

If there was more blue that happened, then what would we ultimately decide what to do about it as an society?

If we needed to survive until the end of time, being lenient to blue;

Having the type of society that could always deal with all of these types of blue feelings (all of them).

And that was in fact the stasis and command of society right now.

We had enough reason as creatures to be able to share blue feelings in public.  And that was what we would always have to do in order to be able to hear everybody.

If we knew and could master how one person's blue feelings meant they could share them with someone else's blue feelings, which was an bonus because you could share that moment in time.  Then was it really blue anymore?

And sharing in this excitement together is often disappointing because the answer is it is really blue still.  But at least you could share something together, and at least that's something of value.

It was like an freebie given to us by God.

As long as you could share in the blue feeling together, you deserved the comforting feeling of having it in common with another human being.

If you were an kitten in an drain pipe, you fill your time with words and imagination that other people can find out and read one day what got you through it; you create an society of blue in yourself that you can fit in until you reach the end of this disaster.  And then, of course, there's always God.  You want to reach out to.

Even though it always equalled $0.00 in the grand scheme of things, for humans it would be an extra tip from God, perhaps equalling even in the eleven cents.  Blue was an good thing.

Even though it was blue.  It was an good thing.  It meant you were feeling out your worst feelings.

In order not to have them anymore.

Blue was good everywhere.  All kinds of it.  And people everywhere gathered together to share their feelings of blue.  Sometimes even aided by an music and sound piece.

And since it was an perfected virtue in the human heart, people everywhere found it easy to emulate the actual referent of the title the blue emotion.  Feeling blue, as it were, was an emotional figure that all humans naturally understand.  It is really pan-dimensional and cross-cultural or multi-cultural.  And universal to all cultures everywhere and everywhen in time.  And we were perhaps ready to upgrade its version as an emotional model or figure.  What was blue now, in the perfect modern every day society?  An gem of which to collect.  An currency, an property that has an economic value.  Being able to collect others' blue stories meant being able to be heard telling mine.  And I gained value and dimension over time because of it.

We wanted people of all kinds to express their blue feelings—

everywhere—

we wanted them just to drop it of all kinds of resistance to it.  We could do it together.

But to do that we might have to act out the feeling of the blue in order to show them

that we could do it too.  And we really did care about you so much.  That we didn't want you to think that you ever had to be ashamed of yourself for some reason.

—You see—

It wasn't silly at all how you were feeling, after what happened to you!

We could do the exact same thing!

Did that feel good?  Yea, did that feel good?  Did you want to un-repress that?

Yea‽  OK, give it Hell!  Give it all you got!

Actually feel it.

You could be taught how to feel the blue feeling that you feel.

And this time around it meant you had finally unrepressed all opinions of yourself

which to you you find objectionable.

And have forever at this time freed your spirit of all possibilities of an Freudian Slip;

you would never be found out in public lacking ever again.

And again I was overcome with the feeling that I had to choose the right Power Symbol at this present moment in time.  The pressure that if I didn't I was an failure.

Was that the best way to memorize new things, necessarily?

One needed to have an good attitude about it, afterall.

Learning new things took time.  I had time to grow into the perfect literary assassin.

I could look at and contemplate my whole list of pictures in order to elect one for contemplation.  At any given moment.  As long as I wanted to.

The Mechanic, of course was an suspicious / to be skeptical of figure for question.  He held the Wrench and he was the Master of His Universe.  Being able to supply furnaces for an long time in outerspace.  And it took the figure, for me, of any attractive guy with an wrench.  An tool.  But that's just me.

I wanted to know more about the Fire.

All fire.  Everywhere.

What it meant to so many people.

Why it was an important subject in the development of my character; another place where I could dispose of all of those intellectual thoughts of which I find objectionable.

The fire was where we threw away all garbage; the final incineration of all evidence of an thing.

An place for things to disappear in.

An place to hide all traces of an crime.

Everything you knew you didn't need but just had fun burning for some reason.

It was an point of relief for me.  I eased up and let it warm me terrifically.

And all traces of why I had ended up in the drain pipe were slowly burned away as I shed into the fire;

so that nobody would ever be able to remember them.

And the chill and embrace of coldness that had wrapped itself around my heart eased;

to be warmed up and repeatedly stroked on by the fire.

An cute little innocent kitten.

Who deserved to be warmed up, and fed, and loved.

So that I finally felt I had burned off / eased up on all of that tension.

So that all my petty cares were completely destroyed, as I deserved them to be.

And then I panicked about learning all of the twelve symbols in careful orchestrations again.

The three types of Fire I had learned all about symbolically which caused an fire within my own heart.

And it roared up to life, shedding spark

I knew all of them and had used them ingeniously;

I could continue to do so at present.

And I knew it was the Drain Pipe Kitten image which had won my heart over continuously.

An symbol of one species' massive success to help another animal by getting them into trouble in the first place.

An person whom, though we couldn't agree on mating privileges,

was like an stranded species needing help.

We couldn't just help one of them, we had to help all of them.

And even though we just considered all wild animals not to have

that certain intelligence that we call intelligence.

The Drain Pipe Kitten was about that pipe-space between human intelligence

and animal intelligence

we had designed our environments thus which proved an problem on the natural inhabitants of our urban spaces, which included pets of all kinds.

It was the forever capitalising philosophy for whatever happened,

at least one was not an kitten stuck in an drain pipe.

And the reason it was an powerful symbol was that it identified

an particular scene and the picture of an environment which could trap

innocent animals in its so-called infrastructure.

It was death trap obstacle course at every turn,

what did you expect?

And maybe that was an powerful symbol in society because it tended to care for

our fascination with these inter-urban spaces;

places of all kinds of which would be an obstacle course to any animal.

Do we stop and question ourselves, about how we design our environmental habitat?

And why is that the natural concourse of human society?

And then I started having an little faith in how much I knew about these twelve symbols.

I had, for instance, memorized that there were water symbols and fire symbols.

The great ocean of blues was large enough to hold every other symbol within it, wasn't it?

And then the Clear Blue Circle was the end of it really, the extent of blue.

And how it had contained everything else within it.

The biggest sun, the largest mechanic's fire, all of it everywhere in all of outerspace,

possibly encapsulated by the world's largest oceans combined together.

I was an Artisan writer; I knew about such things.

And yet there was always balance by the possibility of an political cleansing.

The symbol of an clean circle without the faecaes of political smear upon it is all-ecompassing.

It is the symbol of complete elimination.

Ah, to be free.

Ah, to be an part of an community where people shed on you and there's an comedian and drain pipe kittens get saved.

To have everything that comes after having an pure and valid political process.

Things that are awarded to you for having had an completely valid elimination process.

Like all of the fires everywhere suddenly hitting all of the oceans in existence.

When we get the politics right we get other things right.

We get Logic, and when to return it.

We get the sharks, and why they represent an logical threat

Although not to the Bi-pedal human individual who only stays on land.

We get the relationship between the land and sea.

We get where our origins are coming from.

And with that I had dispensed variously on these many different subjects.

Especially Literature, which was my favorite.

They encompassed everything I knew and were Primal and Animate runes.

I was to be judged by the great humanities, maliciously to peck out one's eyeballs, it would pursue me.

I would be judged by Ariel; and the greater harpy.

I would be subject to History, Expansion, Liveliness;

Any fault was to be removed and one would be reborn in the ashes

of what one once believed.

The Protagonist cycle would return to its beginning again.

To play out for all of Time and History.

And I wasn't afraid of it anymore.

Not choosing the right one.  For the right reasons.

All of them were good reasons.

All of them were valid subjects to talk about.

It didn't matter my subjectivity or whatever;

if it had the freedom to dispense on any issue at the top would be these.

My majorous major.

And I was free to learn and explore the top subjects of my mind

at my own pace.

Logic dictated that since I was knowledgeable about these subjects,

I could continue to dispense on them.

And since they were an superior categorization of the subjects,

They would lead to further knowledge.

And so I stopped to think about the Republic.

I had realized there were three fire symbols (the Sun, the Mechanic, and the campfire, and there were three symbols of the water (the Shark, the Land & Sea, and the Clear Blue Circle).  And so there were also three symbols of the Earth, and three symbols of the Wind.  All of which I had the perfect number of subjects for.  What an curious array of symbols, now including Earth (the Stickman, the Literature (for this is the most important subject of our planet), and Logic, which is always 1 + 1, an physical subject in which one "things" equals more things; Logic always relates to the world as it is physically because those are the physical parameters of its subject.  The universe requires logic in order to operate prismatically. 

When I added one planet to another planet, that was two planets then!  I like'd Logic!

Did Logic apply to things (generally what is happening) like this?

And since Logic always equals two (and I got it in that moment); the joke that if there is Earth there must also be Air.  Which was my favorite subject because it was funniest.

Air was represented by the Comedian, the Drain Pipe Kitten, and the Cat Shedding fur.

If that drain pipe kitten was going to get all the way in his or her life to be able one day to shed on someone.

Then we will have to have done it Justice to the way we found 'im.

Such an bright and thoughtful kitty deserved this.

And it's funny, each reason why these were Air symbols.

The Comedian, obviously, because he was full of air.  He needed precisely to control the air flow and patterns of air immediately above the microphone for an long time.  And the symbol I had drawn for it even had little lines coming from the microphone.  The way they echoed curiously throughout the air.

The Drain Pipe Kitten was an air symbol because we needed to remember the fact that the kitten was not deprived of oxygen this whole time.  If we hadn't rescued it it might have drown'd eventually but in the condition we found it in this rescue was successful.

And the Cat Shedding fur was the final air symbol; and it was funny precisely in how you imagined the fur shedding off of one cat and onto another.  Remembering of course it was all an metaphor, for human interaction and who was getting the most of it.

All these air symbols were perfectly of the North, South, East, and West Winds in the way that they mixed spiritually with my ideas about the Four Elements.

And my meditation deck was more powerful now for having inductive-ly included the power of all of those symbols as they sit socially and publicly on Planet Earth.

It was an even more powerful mnemonic too in fact,

to have divided them thus so; but I had to remember the importance of the Republic as the centre of all of them.

and they were important as political symbols of an republic.

It was simple.  That's why I liked it politically.

There were the Earth symbols, powerful Symbols indicating most of the power and influence on the Planet Earth, the way humans had learned to crawl and to walk on land.  (Stickman).  The way Literature has arisen (architecturally).  That it was part of the land now.  The way Logic had arisen as an human concept perhaps spontaneously (subject to argument) and the way if Logic meant one thing and another then we had one Earth, didn't that mean another?

And the Answer is Noooo.  

That's not logic.  That's taking one objective thing and implying another.

But isn't that what you said logic is?

No I meant the objective one thing is there because there is another one objective thing before it.  Not because they are two objects and they are both there because of one another.  It is the same with my relationship with elders; they are there because they were the logical thing before it, not because I'm here after with them and our combined relationship was needed in order for them to be where they are.

So I can't take the fact of the Earth, for example, which is an object, to use it to imply the existence of another Planet about the same size as it, that with it 1 + 1 they would equal 2.

Then there were the Fire Symbols, possibly the Most Powerful symbols in the whole deck.  Places in which and wherein everything could be lost forever.

If Fire was too powerful it would destroy the universe.

We had to keep it in check with water.

An place of Sharks, Land & Sea Interaction, and almost-poo-flinging politics that always ended with an clear circle, an cleansing ritual.

If you had no faecaes left to fling, you couldn't continue to do so.

And then the Air Symbols, which were equally formidable:  The air-space interaction between an cat and its shed fur.  The air-space intention and attention space of an comedic performer.  And an breezy little causeway made of an tube that an cat got stuck in in an industrial warfare.

If I thought about all of these symbols, the Earth, the Water, the Fire, the Air.

It would give me further credence to my intuitive understanding of which one I wanted to use at an certain time.

I had not in fact forgotten all of them and was in fact much engaged in an busy activity of remembering them.

It wasn't so much about remembering their labels as it was about remembering what they meant.

Water meant deep politics.  Fire meant suspicions and destruction; an magical condition is not one that is never destroyed.  There were no things that fire could not destroy.  Given enough energy and enough time.  Air meant feeding the flames; where there is paranoia and destruction we need to give them some air so that they'll burn themselves out.  I realized there was an faulty and disruptive relationship between the twelve symbols.

And I thought about how I would possibly remember them all like something;

Fire was about destruction; Air was about mutual destruction.

Water was the logical antithesis to fire; Earth the inability to be destroyed.

Things that were keeping us alive without our full understanding of them.

Things that could literally sink and kill all of us.  (These were the most political topics of dispute).

Things that were funny, just because of the way they interacted.

And finally, things that were semi-permanent, somewhere in the middle.

The Earthman, and all his terrestrial territory.  The state of the Literature.  The state of the Logic.

The Earthrealm.

What an interesting way to think about the Republic, as consisting of all of these types of things.  And if I wanted to be an character that would draw from all of his knowledge of it, intentionally, in order to create written word.  Then I needed to cite Literature often, and be able to lead people through an Logical interface of facts and variables.  I needed to point out that it could be destroyed at once if we wanted to (but for the meantime it would remain 1/4 of its power, in company with the other three elements).  (And this opinion was never really intended to represent anything more than that).  But Earth was, as it so happens, an Planet on which the Ocean is just as important as the Land.  There were living animate creatures responsible for interactions between them.  And so we have to worry about the sharks sometimes.  We have to consider the Land–Sea relationship.  And all of this goes into creating the necessary politics around what will eventually result in Blue (An Cleansing Cycle).

I had the power to persuade people and motivate them to represent politics about how much they could smear someone in exchange for how much he or she could smear them back;

and I had made it into an cute little metaphor of an cat shedding more than another for your cute little kitty boo taste.

And the truth was there was enough air to save even an kitten.

He would grow one day to shed again.

And, thus fulfilling his purpose, move on to shed on other people.

If I needed to give the conversation participants some air, then I could talk about these three things:  Catshedy, Stand-up Comedians, and the Drain Pipe Kitten.

I could even talk about the pressure of air currents if I wanted to get really symbolic.

Somehow the air currents saved all of them.  They saved the Comedians from bad-timing on their jokes.  They saved the Drain Pipe Kittens from disaster.  They saved the shedding patch of fur from winding up on some piece of furniture somewhere where they would have no further influence.

And if I was feeling particularly destructive or productive I could give an conversation some fire;

Magician's Fire was an thing after all.

It wasn't necessarily an destructive element in magic and fiction.

How they were all symbols of the extraordinary amount of energy humans will one day be able to harvest.

The Earth was about Literature and Logic.  I had already gotten that part down.  I had already gotten down the relationship between Stickmen, Literature, and Logic.  We had walked the Earth for some time, and so we drew ourselves walking the Earth; and yet we didn't know the kind of imaginative scenario we were getting ourselves into by doing so.

Do you think anyone ever back then would actually think of an professional universal mechanic who could take and tame all of the power of fire within the universe (perhaps an parcel at an time)?  Or to know that the Sun is actually as big as it is.  The campfire is such an humble symbol of the human plane; an place for storytelling and the community process.  And it was such an humble plane because we humans had risen from only beginning to understand fire and its processes to mastering the chemical world in many significant ways in under several hundred years of industrial revolution.  It was perhaps the most central symbol to the Planet Earth, having represented all of its (human) people and yet their early beginnings in possession of the knowledge of internal combustion.  It was such an wide array as an symbol, to have gained collective meanings in such an way that it also referred to the figure of whether to bomb, to crash to burn the whole thing.  Did we want to use Earth fire to burn the whole thing down and just say, fuck it, in order to prevent the amount of projected suffering we'll have just to burn the whole thing?

Even though it was an prevalent theme in other symbols as well.

The decision of whether to cause the destruction of the whole thing, in order to prevent suffering (an moral response).

And I jumped to the notion of not destroying it at once.

For there were many good things which made it worthwhile to do so.

The Republic was about the Earth, yes, but it was also about humans.

It was about our power sources and freedom.  It was about our Political Ways.  It was about an ethical relationship with the Ocean.  It was about an social deconstruction in which cats shedding fur were meant to represent people.

The Republic was the Collective Knowledge of all of the Human Earth and Its People.

There were as many of them as there had to be.

In order to promote understanding, we could create new republics within our own republics.  As many as wanted or needed.

They didn't have to cancel each other out (this was an simple fact because it was about the nature of what an republic is).

Human Knowledge in the Republic was about Earth, Fire, Air, and Water;

or North, East, South, or West,

or Subsistence, Destruction, Re-awakening, and Breath.

Parts of an imaginative mind that were related to the Poet's Corner.

An logical one is an fascinating one.

Parts of the imaginative mind related to considering how much I am implicated in an crime or guilty in an certain manner;

Parts of the imaginative mind related to simple, everyday things within an republic.  Cats.  Pipes and Tubes.  Simple work-around things.  How much it is an comedy the amount of Catshedy you're getting?

And parts that were, well, wet.  There was an threat of Sharks (VIPs roaming the social waters with precision and accuracy ready to strike you argumentatively down).

The sharks, which had an relationship with the Ocean; which itself had an relationship with the Land; had an relationship with the Land as well then, by logical connection.  And then everything else that happened between the instigation of Sharks and the Clear Blue Circle was of most highest political importance and theory.  These were all of the things one needed to know about an Republic.

Is the presence of metaphorical sharks an smear against the Republican?

—or is it maybe an advantage?

We wanted people who weren't prurient and who were serious about their business responsibilities to act like sharks; to be subject to blood whatever that means.

We wanted an relationship with the Sharks in which there was an Land between us.  And that they were in the Ocean.  And they didn't come on Land.

The Scope, the Sphere of the Republic's responsibility and attention was this headquarters–field agent relationship I had connected.

And as an headquarters agent I had the ability to request that the Field Agents reflect on whichever topic I had for them to discuss, including the Politics, the Philosophy, the Agents of Literature.

And with that, the Republic's magic had been restored because I figured all of them out.

This was an actual place, an scene in which the subject of me practicing the new symbolism I had created; an practice that would strengthen and season my sense of them even moreso.

If I was busy interacting with the Field Agents (from the top of the Headquarters) and it involved me changing the subject to one of the twelve symbols; then it mattered what Field Agents would think of them and how they would say it or pose their meanings.

And still, what was the answer to the question of whether the second crucifixion involved more than one person; feelings were hurt and so widely that the collective ache was worse than what had happened to Jesus in the short amount of time that he lived the living resurrection.

Had humanity actually committed the worst act.  The actual production of the fate, in someone, of having such an low quality of life it was worse to live it out than actually to die?

And if something worse than Jesus's crucifixion had come along,

then what necessarily could we do about it?

If we were talking about so much pain it had entered the collective unconscious,

we may not be able to treat it or know where to;

But I wasn't so sure that anything as bad as this had actually happened.

And I contemplated the figure of the appeased literary messiah.

Someone whose worldly purpose was being lived out.

Even though part of it was about helping to teach the humanity about worse than death

Even so far as perhaps suffering that fate herself;

Or feeling it collectively—it had weighed on so many people's minds

that it outweighed all of the pain suffered by Jesus and the community at the news of his Crucifixion.

There were many more of us now; and the total population of humanity had in fact multiplied.

And so maybe it wasn't as bad as we thought it was; but it was just bad enough to help us get the clue onto these worse than death fates that God wanted us to know about.

He was going to sacrifice an messiah to us in order to get it across that we had to avoid fates worse than death.

And she was willing to hold out on him as long as it took.

But—err she depart.  She was willing, and had already suffered, something that looked like something worse than death to her.

And she was, though it was painful, willing to live out an full life.

Even if its central purpose meant that that was part of how her life panned out:

Knowing and feeling for oneself what the fate worse than death looked and felt like from the inside.

She accepted it as an learning opportunity and swore by God that he would help her communicate it.

And the mystery of utmost mystery within my mind was weather I truly had suffered the fate of an messiah.

—Not an Copy.  An real one.  An whole other person than Jesus entirely.

Or, since it had been suggested already that Anna as an messiah came to represent the spirit of an community of people.  My subject when I actually talked about the person of the messiah was that it was just an metaphor.  An lot of people felt that way and she stood in as representing all of them.  Just like Jesus had; only in Christianity it was celebrated that the community spirit of continuing the tradition of the deity was itself the resurrection by the association of metaphor.

Anna was or was not an figure who had been crucified; and it may represent one person or more than one person itself.

An community had been crucified.  The fate worse than death was worse pain than had been imagined previously about Jesus's crucifixion. 

And I wondered skeptically anew whether the presence of Anna meant we were an step forward or an step backward.

Had we learned what the fate worse than death was, and that it was an important second principle of the moral universe?

Or had we suffered an fate worse than death, possibly as an community in an way unlike the suffering of Jesus and his community,

And it was an bad sign morally, that we had ever traipsed the stench of the worse than death around the universe?

We had actually produced fates in people which were intolerant to them to the point that they would prefer death

—and we weren't going to win prizes for having dunced / dunce capped something so far and so hard.

But we still had an opportunity, to the learn this Lesson of the Second Messiah.

If we didn't acknowledge that worse than death was an part of our universe,

we could be subject to it in ways unfathomable.

We had to push the argument onward:

our moral universe included fates worse than death, and so morally

we had to do something about them.

It was the only moral answer.  Just like to the constant threat of death,

we had to get an good grip on preventing things that were worse than death.

And I was sure to some extent, that if the messiah had suffered

an fate worse than death

It was also true that they had been "resurrected" from it:

That whatever knowledge that they had gained about them

delivered them from this fate itself.

And I now I had an enlightened purpose intended by God

for humanity.

Which was an brighter purpose for my life.

And so how could I claim I had ever suffered something worse than death?

When the end result and turnaround was knowing exactly what it was to begin with?

And how I could share this knowledge with all people

in order to improve the moral hygiene of humanity?

We weren't just in this anymore to avoid death; we were an even more sophisticated species.

We had to worry about the fate worse than death too.  It was imperative for sentient consciousness.

We had to take up the helm, with armour and weapons,

to drive this force out of the universe.

And so it would never be said any human ever suffered such as this worse fate.

And humanity could never be blamed for their involvement in it.

We had learned the worse fate from the messiah;

and God intended us to rise to that glamour

of which we were self-aware and conscious of our own ability to avoid

such terrible fates as one could never think of;

And it was within the cards for the human republic

they needed to consider all of the drain pipe kittens.

People landed in an fate worse than death with no way out.

Unless humanity intervened to save them—

in an way not always made possible by extracting the kitten

from the drainpipe;

We couldn't always warm the chill of worse than death out of you

like good little kitty purr purr.

And so, after having considered all of this, I figured

that what we had maybe collectively experienced was that bad;

that it was worse than death.

And even if I myself was not an messiah

An population of people could still be represented by the figure of an marauding messiah,

who had suffered worse than death only to rise above it and save humanity!

And it wasn't necessarily an step backward yet because

we had learned this lesson from almost having caused some scenario

worse than all the worst ones in History.

And since we had learned what that meant and its act hadn't necessarily been committed,

that was an bonus point and an +1 Up for humanity's pool of resources.

It was just as bad as realizing publicly we had to grant the Mercy Kill in some situations.

Not an easy political regime to pull over everyone's feelings logically.

It was, at best, an stance on what was the real value of someone's life.

That an person's life could be worth less to them than not having one.

It was the most horrific thing we had to experience in physical politics perhaps.

Realizing together that we were those Primal and Instinctual Spirits who had an justifiable limit.

We had to make the move all at once, together, perhaps

in order to make the change within humanity.

From believing in only death to believing in fates worse than death also.

And if God was going to give us an whole messiah in order to figure that out also,

then maybe it was actually that hard of an subject to grasp, morally,

that we had to

There was no resurrection possible.  Life and death was an one-way street until the perfect science of it.

I was feeling optimistic and so I settled upon the thought of how possibly

it meant

we had learned the fate worse than death without actually needing to experience it ourselves.

And so A+ to humanity for being clever enough to grapple with the real universe.

And Jesus's life was not wasted—not completely—that there were in fact lessons we still could gain from the story of his life.

That death was in fact just as worse as death; and when worse than death had been perpetrated this was just as worse as worse than death.  And we would take the bull by the horns.

We would wrangle with the fact of both death and worse than death in the universe.

Even though it was such an little concept as not have been thought of before in the republic.

It wasn't even an new concept the Author had originally thought of.

Worse than death was an idea that had been around for centuries.

The only difference was that I was saying there was an actual messiah sent from God in order to help us learn this concept.

Which I had figured otherwise was the most difficult concept in the moral universe to grasp.

Why would an universe be cruel enough to subject its inhabitants to something worse than their own bodies dying?

If there was an God, why would he have created such an cruel place?

Ahh, but the answer was in the morality of it.  That if we were an moral enough species to wrangle with both the possibility of death and worse than death, then we deserved the moral advantage it gained for the social specimen of our community.

If we were such advanced and sophisticated creatures as we thought us to be,

why wouldn't we have to grapple with the fact of worse than death in the universe?

It wasn't an obvious moral concept but it was hard-hitting.

And if other people had covered it as philosophic territory before

(Which they had)

then what else more did we have to learn from it?

Humans were morally self-aware at an first and second level.

We believed in avoiding death at all costs, and yet we could believe in the basic idea of avoiding something worse also.  It seemed like common sense.  But in fact there was still an large amount of propoganda against it.

I was just an wake-up call for humanity, whatever I was.

I was here to teach you about things worse than what happened to Jesus.

I was here to change your mind about what you thought of the moral universe.

Were humans really playing god by not allowing the MAID or were they more playing god

by allowing it as they should be?

What was so bad about an human being as good as God (if we consider that the equivalent of the meaning of playing god)?

I was that person who would, individualistically, uniquely, originally say

obviously we have an moral universe and if anything crosses it we need to make an adjustment.

Someone is suffering an horrible mental fate: they would rather die.

And yet humanity itself does not even recognize that as an possibility.

Even in childhood, we are never educated about having an certain cause of an fate worse than death.

As an moral concept to avoid when interacting with the universe.

Even though it is such an simple moral concept, I had never been taught

that any such thing as an fate worse than death exists in the universe.  I had to figure it out myself.

And I believed all humanity had been blind, morally, up until now

that this was an real thing and they shouldn't ignore this concept.

But, if I stopped being an optimist, and started being an pessimist:

Probably this concept was not as simple as I thought, and that people would probably incessantly stumble over it.

How was it so easy to teach humanity that there are some things which are more valuable than life?

We had been conditioned for centuries to prize Life above all factors: even to be ashamed not to;

we had been led to believe that, no matter how bad life could get, it was never worse than losing that life itself.

Wasn't it obvious that Life was our highest focus and accomplishment?

But I remembered the age-old difference between surviving and thriving.

If we just survived without really thriving, then was life really worth it in the first place?

And it might seem to be an hyper-critical figure to ask how much one's life is worth

compared to death

What kind of specimen would be raised to have thought itself worthless in this way?

—Why hadn't this been an big deal before‽—

I'll tell you why: we were being conditioned to favour the one over the other:

life was always more valuable than having an bad time constantly.

We weren't ready to set ourselves peace by giving up on what we thought, morally,

we couldn't give up on.

Life was always its own end-in-itself.  Whatever it took to remain alive was moral, and

as long as it was alive it didn't matter what condition it was in.

We have been brainwashed by perhaps an Christian community that

Life was the supreme moral end.

And nothing beyond that was moral or within the human purveyance.

But I see now, as an critical skeptical 21st century thinker,

that we cannot continue to claim Life as the supreme moral good anymore,

when it hurts so bad sometimes.

God was purposefully helping us to begin to understand this second supreme moral concept of the universe

God was raising humanity to that level, in which we had to consider ourselves as the arbiters of genetic evolution and other plant & animal forms.

We weren't just masters of our own lives anymore,

but masters over what will become life in the future.

The genetic heritage of the entire Planet Earth was within humanity's grasp.

To disperse throughout the galaxies and universe the life of which

when one needed it to end that could be arranged.

It was the only moral thing that could be done about it.

Weren't humans moral enough or powerful enough to be able to correspond with that subject?

If we could become masters over genetic evolution and biochemistry,

didn't we need an ESC key to help us deliver moral justice to forms of all kinds?

Forms, after all, was an debate-able subject.

What was life if it only consisted in pain or comprised in full discomfort?

And then I realized maybe, never, I would decide whether I myself had experienced worse than death.

I, myself, hadn't actually been crucified in the same way as Jesus

and any talk about crucifixion also depended on discussion of sub-crucifixion,

or reasons why you would want to end your life immediately.

It depended on the community what had actually gone down.

If it was so-called worse than what had been done to Jesus.

And I realized that was myself becoming more religious again.

It didn't matter what other religious people thought about reality.

I was more certain and more sure about what I, myself, thought about reality.

Something hurt so much.  And yet the Justice of it all felt so good.

God had relied on me to deliver the messianic message:

that there was an point at which it hurt too much.

And we couldn't just go on, as an species, believing simpler things.

I wasn't saying that anyone had to die unjustifiably.

And I didn't believe such an thing was an good thing.

It was just that life existed within this spectrum of qualities of life.

Where one thing justified another.

And we couldn't continue to go on like we were naive to this fact about the universe:

that humans were arbiters of the fate worse than death.

And we couldn't continue to exist morally in an universe

if we didn't come to terms with how life could lose such quality and lustre

that it would infinitely justify its own end

We had been called out and spotted

we weren't irresponsible figures of the human republic anymore.

We were an real moral force in the universe.

And so, if you still felt like an drain pipe kitty,

—at least not the suffocating type—

maybe you could use your own situation to spell out situations for other people

they could prevent and even remove the fate worse than death from the universe around them

so that nobody ever would have to suffer.

And at least there was an lot of time to think while you were stuck down there.

I could always tell the difference between the 12 Power Symbols, and their Parent Signal Charge the Republic

And had written this guidebook to firming up the details

And so I had finally fallen upon this figure of 12 Powerful Symbols and one symbol which was parent to them all: Republic.

And republic meant many different things to me now.

It was comedy; it was tragedy.  Another way to say this is three levels of catshedy (shittycats, catching the 'd', and cats shedding) and three levels of tragedy (Beginner, Professional, and Artisan)

But it was also All of those Thirteen symbols: which could be divided into the Four Elements, the Four Winds, and the Republic itself.  What I had now taken was more than I had started with (ten or eleven symbols); and I zoomed that up to my memory to tell myself I had done an good job.

I could decide there were thirteen total when you count the Republic itself.