Beauty

Abashed The Devil stood,

And felt how awful Goodness is…

"....and Beauty is just absolutely 

Terrifying to People -- because 

Beauty highlights What's Ugly."

Even though You have been raised 

as a Human Being, 

You are Not One of Them.

They can be A Great People, Kal-El,

They Wish to Be --

They only lack The Light to 

Show The Way

For This Reason,

Above All Others --

Their Capacity for Good...

I Have Sent Them You --

My Only Son.

“At nineteen when I first saw the already-dead Bill Hicks 

I felt A Bodily Transference — 

I felt Empowered and 

Inspired by him. 

‘Inspired’ – 

He put BREATH into Me…

And Breath is Life. 

It is curious to me that in early life My Mentors were remote — Famous or Dead or both.”

Mentors

Russell Brand

Jordan Peterson on Why Beauty Is Terrifying | w/ Theo Von

"....and Beauty is just absolutely 

Terrifying to People -- because 

Beauty highlights What's Ugly."

See, it has taken me a long time

 to finally figure out, now 

(at an intellectual level)

quite WHY it has never bothered me 

that The Lady Ghostbusters hire a 

Regulation Standard-Hottie, 

HimBo Stud-Muffin

(Kevin, God of Sandwiches)

to Answer Their Phone for them

and Run The Office for them 

that they do not have --

Abashed The Devil stood,

And felt how awful Goodness is, 

and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely; 

saw, and pined His loss.

Look Like

Imagine A Cave 

where those inside never see 

The Outside World.

Instead, they see 

shadows of that world 

Projected on The Cave Wall.

[MONKEY CHATTERING.]

The World They See 

in The Shadows is not 

The Real World.

Three, two, one, liftoff.

But it's Real to Them.

If you were to show Them 

The World as it actually is, 

They would reject it as incomprehensible.

Now what if, instead of being in A Cave, you were out in The World, 

except you couldn't see it.

[OVERLAPPING VOICES ON PHONE.]

Because You weren't Looking.

[PHONES CHIMING.]

Because You Trusted that The World You Saw through The Prism was The Real World.

[CLUCKING.]

[CAMERA CLICKS.]

[TYPING.]

[PHONE CHIMES.]

[TYPING.]

But there's A Difference.

[PHONE CHIMES.]

You see, unlike 

The Allegory of The Cave, 

where The People are Real 

and The Shadows are false, here, 

Other People are The Shadows —

Their Faces.

Their Lives.

This is The Delusion 

of The Narcissist, 

who believes that 

They alone are Real.

- [PHONE CHIMING.]

- [TYPING.]

[PHONE CHIMES.]

Their feelings are the only feelings that matter because Other People are just Shadows, 

and Shadows Don't Feel.

Because They're 

Not Real.

[HORN HONKS.]

But what if everyone 

lived in caves? 

[LAPTOP CHIMING.]

Then no one would be Real.

Not even you.

Unless one day you woke up 

and left The Cave.

How strange The World would look 

after a lifetime of staring at Shadows.

[TYPING, PHONES CHIMING.]

[PHONE CHIMES.]

[THUNDER CRACKS.]

[THUNDER RUMBLING.]

“We end the Golden Age as it began, with Superman—one of the last survivors of the initial brief expansion and rapid contraction of the DC universe. It had been too much too soon for the superheroes, but although many of them would lie dormant for decades, no potential trademark truly dies. The superheroes, like cockroaches or Terminators, are impossible to kill. But in 1954 a sinister scientist straight from the pages of the comics tried to wipe them all out and came close to succeeding.

  As the lights went out on the Golden Age, characters such as Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman, who’d achieved a wider recognition thanks to serials and merchandising, survived the cull. Because of their status as backup strips in Adventure Comics, second stringers like Green Arrow and Aquaman weathered the storm—perhaps undeservedly—but the survivors did not always flourish.

  For instance, a popular TV series (1953’s The Adventures of Superman) had cemented Superman’s status as an American icon, but budgetary restrictions meant that its star, the likeable but ultimately troubled George Reeves, was rarely seen in the air. At best, he might jump in through a window at an angle that suggested methods of entry other than flight, possibly involving trampolines. The stories revolved around low-level criminal activity in Metropolis and ended when Superman burst through another flimsy wall to apprehend another gang of bank robbers or spies. Bullets would bounce from his monochrome chest (the series was shot and transmitted before color TV, so Reeves’s costume was actually rendered in grayscale, not red and blue, which wouldn’t have contrasted so well in black and white.)

  Reeves, at nearly forty, was a patrician Superman with a touch of gray around the temples and a physique that suggested middle-aged spread rather than six-pack, but he fit the mold of the fifties establishment figure: fatherly, conservative, and trustworthy. The problem with Superman was more obvious in the comic books. By aping the kitchen-sink scale of the Reeves show, Superman’s writers and artists squandered his epic potential on a parade of gangsters, pranksters, and thieves. The character born in a futurist blaze of color and motion had washed up on a black-and-white stage set, grounded by the turgid rules of a real world that kept his wings clipped and his rebel spirit chained. Superman was now locked into a death trap more devious than anything Lex Luthor could have devised. Here was Superman—even Superman—tamed and domesticated in a world where the ceiling, not the sky, was the limit.

EVERY Lie We Tell Incurs A Debt to The Truth.

“I Lied. My Testimony in Vienna was A Lie.

I lied to The World.

I'm not the only one 

who kept this secret —

There are many —

We were following ORDERS, 

from The KGB, 

from the Central Committee.

And right now, there are 16 reactors in the Soviet Union with the •SAME• FATAL flaw.

THREE of them are still running 

less than •20• kilometers away AT Chernobyl..!!

“Professor Legasov, if you mean to suggest the Soviet STATE is somehow responsible for What Happened, then I must warn you, 

•You are treading on very DANGEROUS Ground.•”

“I've already  TRODEN on Dangerous Ground —

We're ON Dangerous Ground RIGHT NOW 

BECAUSE of our SECRETS 

and our LIES.

They're practically what •define• us.

When The Truth offends, 

We LIE and we LIE 

until we can no longer remember 

it is even there….

But it IS still There.

EVERY Lie we tell incurs 

a debt to The Truth.

Sooner or later, that debt is •paid•.

THAT is How an RBMK Reactor Core Explodes :

LIES.

None of Us Defended The Creepy Little Shit

Q: 

What are you looking at? 

DATA: 

I was considering the possibility 

that you are 

Telling The Truth.

None of Us Defended 

The Creepy Little Shit...

But Then Again -- 

None of Us Ever Liked Him.

“The Reign of the Superman” (January 1933) is a short story written by Jerry Siegel and illustrated by Joe Shuster. 

It was the writer/artist duo’s 

FIRST published use of the name 

‘Superman’, 

which they later applied to their 

archetypal fictional superhero. 

The title character of this story is 

A TELEPATHIC VILLAIN, 

rather than a physically powerful hero 

like the well-known character.

“No! Go AWAY, Q! 

Go Find Picard!”

A mad scientist, a chemist named 

Professor Ernest Smalley, 

randomly chooses raggedly dressed vagrant Bill Dunn 

from a bread line and recruits him 

to participate in an experiment in exchange for 

“a real meal and a new suit”. 

When Smalley’s experimental potion 

grants Dunn telepathic powers, 

The Man becomes intoxicated by His Power 

and seeks to Rule The World. 

This Superman uses these abilities for Evil, 

only to discover that the potion’s effects are temporary. 

Having killed the evil Smalley, 

who had intended to Kill Superman 

and give himself the same powers, 

Superman was left unable to use his knowledge 

to recreate the secret formula. 

As the story ends, Dunn’s powers wear off 

and he realizes he will be returning to 

the bread line to be a forgotten man once more.

The Conspiracy Against Alexander

"We all felt there was more here

than sexual bickering.

Alexander wanted The Truth and 

Philotas' answers were lacking merit.

Please take him away.

Alexander put him silently and quickly

to Trial by His Peers... and whether 

Plotter or Opportunist,

Philotas was found 

Guilty of Treason.

No, Alexander, no!

Remove him.

The Suspects were all Executed.

None of us Defended Philotas...

but then again, 

None of Us Ever Liked Him.

And of course, 

His Power was carved up 

By The Rest of Us.

Before he died, we tortured him to find out 

what His Father Parmenion knew.

But this we never learned.

What to Do with Parmenion and His 

20,000 troops guarding our supply lines

was a far more delicate matter.

Was he innocent in this?

Or had he decided to act before

age further withered His Power?

The men will follow Their King.

- Alexander won't be there.

Necessity required Alexander to act...

and he sealed the camp within the hour

of the first accusations against Philotas.

Then go, Antigonus, and Cleitus.

And go quickly.

Three days' hard riding

sent Antigonus and Cleitus to Parmenion, 

The General most loyal to Philip.

His Soldiers accepted the finding of Guilt

against Parmenion, as they understood well

The Code of Vengeance...

That made The Head of Family

responsible for the behavior of all.

Many of us felt we were better off

without that pompous thorn, Parmenion...

as Alexander promoted all of us

generously.

Mister Black

GLITZ: 

What a WAY to GO…!!

All in all, he wasn't a bad old codger…. 

Honest, of course. 

Still, Nobody's Perfect. 

Mister Six [OC]: 

(burbling) 

And that's The Clue : 

Nobody IS. 

Not even The Valeyard. 

GLITZ: 

(Praying to The (imaginary) Skies)

Oh, great cosmic protector of 

grafters and dissemblers, save me!

SAVE me! 

A VOICE from The Grave…!!

Mister Six [OC]: 

No — a Grave Voice. 

The Doctor rises vertically from the quicksand.) 

Mister Six  :

Bad Joke. 

But everything round here is 

A BAD Joke. 

Mr. Dressed-in-Black,-Say-'Fuck'-every-other-word-out-of-your-mouth,-cynical-Humanist, you --

Shadows have a way 

of doing that.

Haunting you.

Shame is a very ugly emotion, certainly.

But not to the nearly same degree as Envy.

When I was a Young Boy, 

My Father took me into The City, 

to see A Marching Band.

He Said, 

"Son, When You Grow-up, 

Would You Be The Saviour of The Broken?

The Beaten and The Damned?"

He Said, 

"Will You Defeat Them?

Your Demons? 

And all The Non-Believers.....

The Plans that They have made....

Because, One Day, I'll leave you --

A Phantom, to Lead You in The Summer :

To Join The Black Parade"

 " "…we're going to kill them, and then we can get back to our day jobs. We can sell SHOES again..!!!"

Why would they fucking do that? Why would the band do that? WHY?

"Because it's not a band, Bill, Mr. Dressed-in-black,-say-fuck-every-other-word-out-of-your-mouth,-cynical-humanist-you…

… It's The Devil!"

ANGELUS

(to phone) 

Hi, Dawn! Yeah, it's me. 

Is Your Sister home...? 

She is...? 

(hangs up) 

It's The Other One....

Cut to:

34     EXT.     STREET IN LOS ANGELES

Faith, Connor, Wesley, and Gunn are walking down the street, looking for Angelus.

CONNOR

(to Faith) 

So, vampire slayers. 

I was told about them. 

How come you're always girls?

FAITH

I dunno. 

Better at it, I guess.

CONNOR

You haven't seen what I can do.

FAITH

Let's not.

They come up to a chain link fence.

CONNOR

He was here. Just.

Connor goes through the fence; the others follow.

FAITH

Eyes and ears peeled. Watch the periph. 

Hey, nobody make a move until I—

A vampire jumps out in front of Connor. 

Connor immediately swings his sword at the vampire's neck, cutting off its head, and dusting it. 

Faith pushes him against the dumpster nearby.

FAITH

You deficient? 

What did I just say?

CONNOR

He was attacking!

FAITH

You thought it was Angelus. 

(lets him go) 

You can't listen, 

you're no good to me. 

(to Gunn and Wesley) 

Get him out of here. 

Someone take him back to the hotel.

CONNOR

What?

GUNN

Yeah, easier said. 

The kid's got a history of not doing what he's told.

FAITH

(nods, glares at Connor) 

He'll do what I tell him.

CONNOR

Yeah, sure I will. 

(nods and walks away)

FAITH

stops Connor, pushes him against the dumpster again; 

he tries to fight her off, but to no avail)

I get it --

You're a super-being.

Connor pushes Faith away, but she engages him. 

They fight as Gunn and Wesley look on, not stepping in. 

Finally, Faith points her crossbow at Connor's neck.

FAITH

Are you a murderer? 

'Cause I am.

 

If it comes down to You or Angelus, 

you haven't shown me a thing 

to make me want to take your side.

Connor raises his hands and backs away. 

He picks up his sword and walks away.

GUNN

I like her. 

Nurse :

Dr. Dysart! There's a terrible scene 

with the Strang boy in the Violence Room. 

His Mother brought him chocolates. 

He threw them at her, hard! 

Don't you dare! Don't you dare. 

Don't you look at me like that. 

I'm Not A Doctor who'll take anything. 

Don't you give me that stare, Young Man. 

Mrs. Strang. 

I know your stares, they don't work on me... 

Leave here at once! 

What did you say? 

I tell you to leave here at once. 

Goodbye, Alan. 

Wait for me. 

I must ask you never to come here again. 

You think I want to? 

Do you think I want to? 

What on earth has got into you? 

Into ME? 

Can't you see the boy's highly distressed? 

He's at the most delicate stage of treatment. 

He's totally exposed, ashamed, everything you can imagine. 

And me? What about me? What do you think I am? 

I'm a parent. Of course, that doesn't count. 

Isn't it a dirty word in here, "parent"? 

You know that's Not True.

I know it, alright. 

I've heard it all my life -- It's our fault. 

Whatever Happens, WE did it. 

You say to us, 

"Who forbids Television?" 

"Who does what behind whose back?" 

As if we're criminals. 

Let me tell you something. 

We're NOT criminals. 

We've done nothing wrong. We loved Alan. 

We gave him the best love we COULD. 

Poor Frank digs into the boy too much, 

but nothing in excess. He's not a bully. 

No, Doctor. Whatever has happened... 

Has happened because of Alan. 

If you added up everything we did to him, 

from his first day on earth to this... 

you wouldn't find out why he did this terrible thing. 

Do you understand what I'm saying? 

I want you to understand...

 because I lie awake, thinking it out. 

And I want you to know I deny it absolutely, 

what he's doing now. 

Staring at me, 

attacking me for what he's done... 

For what he is. 

Mrs. Strang! 

You have Your Words, and I have Mine. 

But if you knew God, Doctor, 

you would know about The Devil. 

The Devil isn't made by what Mommy says, 

or what Daddy says. 

The Devil is there. 

It's an old-fashioned word, 

but A True Thing. 

I'll go. What I did just now was inexcusable. 

I only know that... he was my little Alan... 

and then The Devil came. 

This new image of The Crying Boy haunted the fascinating and demented stories of this period. 

MASTER [on screen]: 

You have an endearing habit of blundering into these things Doctor, and The High Council took full advantage of your blunder. 

INQUISITOR: 

Explain that. 

MASTER : 

They made A Deal with The Valeyard --

or as I've always known him, The Doctor, 

To adjust The Evidence --

In return for which, he was promised 

the remainder of The Doctor's regenerations. 

Mister Black : 

This is clearly --

Mister Six : 

Just a MINUTE...! 

Did YOU just call him.... 

The Doctor?! 

MASTER : 

There is some Evil in all of us Doctor, even you. 

The Valeyard is an amalgamation 

of The Darker Sides of Your Nature, 

somewhere between your 

Twelfth and Final Incarnation.

And I May Say, 

You Do NOT Improve with Age.

 

Mister Six : 

Madam, this revelation should halt this trial immediately.

Surely, even Gallifreyan Law must acknowledge that 

The Same Person CANNOT be, both 

Prosecutor AND Defendant. 

INQUISITOR: 

The Single Purpose of This Trial 

is to determine The Defendant's Guilt or otherwise 

on the basis of The Evidence that has been presented. 

[ Which you have just been told is all UnTrue. ]

Anything Else is, 

for The Moment, irrelevant.

 

Mister Six : 

What?!