Ambivaliss: The MintMental Society

-This is the introduction to my unpublished book title Ambivaliss: The MintMental Soiciety. I epsecially wanted to share this with the soup community to get a feel on how it is received; so please comment accordingly.

Welcome to Ambivaliss; a magical world that doesn't exist. I haven't created it yet. You haven't either. Together, we are slacking. You are a slacker and so am I. We have created this reality on this planet that we are told is named; Earth. I accept the name Earth. However, when you visualize the entire world; what do you see?
I’m willing to bet that this image isn’t real. It exists only as your illusion. I would also say that this has a name. This name is society—which is what dictates our perception of reality. Originally, I pondered to name this book, “The Illusion of Society”. (But) That was too cliché (for me) and I was already planning on writing a book called Ambivaliss. It would appear that I am writing that book right now and it would also appear to be driving me to the brink of insanity at this very moment. With every word I write, Ambivaliss is evolving and I intend to allow it how. How? Only if I allow you; how? And so it begins…
I do not know what it is, let alone where it's located but I bet you could help me find it.
That is, if you weren't such a slacker. It must be Ambivaliss; therefore it shall become it, given the off chance that we pick up the slack.
What is it? It’s Ambivaliss. What is that? Ambivaliss is a society. "Like a secret society"?
No, it’s the exact opposite. As a matter of fact (facts are an illusion), it is a forthright society. It doesn’t exist yet because we haven’t created it. It’s really not that complicated. It is only what we, make it to become.
Life is made up of questions. The problem with that is every morning life leaves those questions mixed in between the linings of an unmade bed. That would most likely be in the form of personal insecurities or fear.
Procrastination is sign sealed and delivered as the clincher with more tangents. That isn’t supposed to make complete sense. It seems a little too cliché (mainstream) to make complete sense. A wise man (me!) once said that, in order to have an out of body experience, one must first become out of mind. I have a lot of wisdom but I am not all that wise. I am, on the contrary, working on my positive self image in order to be a better me and in order to become a pickle; one must start as a cucumber.
Vinegar was my initial thought. How shallow are we? I am throwing everyone under the bus to generalize this topic. Besides, we are on the same team; right? That’s a secret so don’t tell your friends. Sayings’…
That’s about all we do with them. Sayings’ are rarely accurate if you get right down to it. Secrets don’t make friends but friends make secrets. A word is a word until it becomes an image. Pickles are good but cucumbers are fine without the need to change. The gift of transformation with a little creativity combined, are the building blocks of a potential miracle.
Words tend to be undervalued by us. Read between the lines but think outside of the box. Well, I seemed to have been born outside of this box. I don’t feel connected to society and social classifications are boldly written in between the lines of humanity’s illusionary score card. I can only scratch the surface with how deep I can take you into this imaginary concept; this ultimate illusion. I (will) have a tough time staying on topic. It is the topic and Ambivaliss is what it is.
What is it? It is Ambivaliss. Smart ass! That smarts to even think about.
This novel is but a small window into my soul; mind your judgmental please. I’m shooting for the stars here. Well, I want to make you get so lost in this conceptualized ideal that tiny pieces of mini scraps of particles circle in the air, that is like a carnival world; humanly possible to comprehend this unreal display mind bender of mental illusions.
We are all artists. I am a skilled painter myself. I paint mental illusions with words; you see what I mean. Me either or shall I say neither? Either or neither nor. Ambivaliss is my picture perfect world that I feel obligated as a writer to share what I may or may not know and it’s a secret, so don’t tell your friends about it. They don’t want us to know about it. You know who they are. You do not want to be like them. Who needs secretive friends anyways? Nobody cares! Besides, I’m having a bad day so it’s okay for me to take it out on them. They are us. Ambivaliss is it. It doesn’t exist because we haven’t created it yet.
Dreams are vivid and so is the betrayal of mankind on a confused child who learns fast. It’s a small world after all. This world isn’t that small and it might not be that big either; or neither. It’s a cold world that we live in. Global warming is simply a natural climate shift. Evolution could serve us (not them though) some societal warming. I mean it’s not like we all live on the same planet that houses all of us, which practically makes us roommates, or anything like that? My goal is to spread a positive message and to give children hope that they may not need to be so confused and turn to the terrorist acts of juvenile rebellion that is part of the maturity process; and if I tell them my version it won’t make much impact because the only way to truly teach is to lead by example (or lead them to believe it was their idea). I am glad you thought of that; nice job roomy! I appreciate you. J I have a long way to go. Is it long? Does it need to seem so outrageous to be the very best me? I know deep down (what is deep?) that I am completely capable to become it; whatever it may be. Maybe it is completely capable to become whatever it may be. Maybe…? (Now back up off me for the rest of the day! I already told you that it just may become whatever it may be.)
It is Ambivaliss. It doesn’t exist yet. It is an illusion. Illusions are real and do exist. Society is an illusion and the boundaries of our comfort zones are secretively limited by our so-called, friends. Judgment is going to happen. That’s not wrong or right. It simply is. Positive or negative are the categories of judgment. That sounds judgmental! I have identified yet another flawed saying. Say it ain’t so! For the love of god! Make it stop! Any thought or action based judgment that is less than or equal too your accuser is considered negative. Think your way into this. Think your way out of that. Judge people; judge your way into a mint-mental condition. Judge your way out of this perceived judgmental position. Just replace judge with mint in the contextual condition that suits your individual illusionary image.
Mint-mental judgment is the goal which will reward mankind with the benefit of the doubt that has been secretly hidden from this society (coughing bullshit). That’s what friends are for. Man, I’m killing it with the sayings’. Nah, the sayings’ are the ones that are killing it. You know what it is. It’s not real. It does exist but hasn’t been created in the just manner of mankind’s true potentials. Where’s your proof? You’re obviously in denial. Without proof you can romanticize your lies; you’re already starting to believe them. Time out! What? Yeah I’ve had to pee for the past hour and I feel like watering your lies. I see so much anger that red lines show a pulse causing water to drip from your eyes. Wait a minute, there’s a flag on the play. It’s the red challenge flag. (Toilet flushing) After further review the officials confirm that the call on the field stands. It’s game over. I told you! You never listen to me! It is simply what it is. What is it? Why can’t you just let it be what it may!? Because, it doesn’t even frickn’ exist yet! It is Ambivaliss: The Mint-Mental Society! It’s a word that I created in order to symbolize my societal dream world.
Open your mind and think. Think about It. We all have it… Friends don’t make it… It’s a big secret (SECRET)… It is Ambivaliss. Welcome to my world. The cat is out of the bag now; poor kitty. Animalistic superiority must still be inside of the cat bag. That’s absurd! How dare you!? You’re wrong! I can’t argue with that, because you’re right; to you and you have the right to a unique perception of a reality that is completely yours to opinionate as you will. It’s not black and white. It may not even be a color. It is an illusion.
Ambivaliss is the greatest reality perceptively possible. Limited mankind couldn’t comprehend the possibility to achieve such perfection. Nobody’s perfect. That’s what they say. That’s what we settle for everyday of our lives. There am no ‘I’ in team. As it turns out, there is not a ‘we’ in team, either (I-Ther) or neither. We are not on the same team. Let me get this (kinda) straight. We live together and you keep secrets from me and we aren’t even on the same team!? (Here he comes to save the day!)
I am Ironic Zinc. That’s my super hero pseudonym. Well, I’m Christopher; at least. That’s what I’ve settled for my entire life. For less we become generic while we do the bare minimum just to get by. Nobody’s perfect so why bother even trying? Quitters! There’s more to be revealed, at best. “Hidey ho, neighbor!” It is no longer a secret. Now we have the permission to become friends. That’s allowed. It’s okay to be perfect now. Normality isn’t quite as square in this round world… It’s a bird. It’s a plane. It’s Ironic Zinc!
It’s whatever we create. It is this illusion of existence that we can only perceive as reality. It’s not real. It does exist though. It is similar to our indefinable consciousness. You feel it but you might not be feeling it all that much. I appreciate you for giving me a chance to dream without the limited fear of societal boundaries. It’s not all that serious but it is no joke. Having fun is allowed. Perfection isn’t as perfect as it had once seemed to be. Put it this way, if an average Joe (we) can turn a catastrophic concept like Global Warming into a positive perspective (societal warming), that must surely mean that this it is a real possibility to actually achieve our individualized perfection. Who knows what it is. (We do, not them) It just is it. You’re it. I’m It, one, two, three, Not It! (wrong saying) I am not acting like it. I bet you can do more of it. It’s no longer a secret. You’ve always had it. You were born with it; right inside of you. Determination drives a lifelong pursuit of the ‘pot of gold’ at the end of the rainbow of perceptive truth. Look at that doggy in the window! He’s chasing his own tail. It would seem that this window is more like a mirror to see inside of ourselves. Relating to a dog for just a moment is true Ambivaliss. It is only answered by searching inside of your own, unique, individual and indefinable consciousness.
It is what makes us who we are. Who am I? (You, me, us) We all are responsible for its absence in our current society (of our misunderstanding) that we call reality. I (Ironic Zinc) simply gave it an amazing super hero name. It is Ambivaliss: The Mint-Mental Society! (It’s free! Just enter your social security number and credit card information when prompted in order to proceed, just to prove you’re a real person and not a robot.)

-The Intro-Duction. (Sounds cool to say Duction)

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