/lit/ - Literature

>>12455000
>When I read Land and other people ITT, yourself included, the stops appear in such a ratio it's almost like you've reached a midway between rational numbers and irrational, and eventually one stop, if not eradicated with continuous perception, actually falls into and coincides with a later one.
yes, the signals that come from me are probably tremendously crammed together. not unlike pic rel, i suppose. also, it kind of looks like Terra, or whoever it is, is basically giving the finger to the whole thing. this is how i recommend you deal with me also. like the Tower, the point of a lot of this is not to stand as an edifice, because if it is anything, it is only a symptom of Vector itself. much philosophy is pathological failure - or lack of desire - to love. love is hard, i'd rather shitpost and complain about capital.

like Bane, Kefka is the reckoning of the world, and a necessary evil. but shit, at least Bane could love *somebody.* all Kefka wants is a cult, and perhaps a sandbox to play in. these are the juvenile fantasies of a completely warped mind, and beyond shitting on other people's hopes, he's not really good for very much. and he doesn't Get It, either. he's locked in his own world, a king in a nutshell, and with a heart full of useless contempt and anger, even disgust. i judge people constantly for not having read the kinds of things that i have read, but...ultimately, what else am i doing but swinging the Light of Judgment? Kefka is neither artist nor critic - he can't really make anything himself, nor can he relate to anything on its own terms. he's just fucking built wrong, and he becomes a sorcerous clown.

if you feel as though you are simply thrust into a world, as he is, in which everything is pretty much out of your control (and in the control of people like Gestahl), then...there you find yourself. this is very much my own experience, and not only my own, i suspect. my guess is that a *lot* of people also feel this way. but if FF6 teaches anything, it is that the answers are not to be found in politics...or, for that matter, in philosophy. religion, then? not in that world, the gods are as fucking confused and as selfish as anyone. what else? only in other people, in bands and groups, which are always being separated...

but Kefka connotes this *other* thing too - that is, if you don't have the answers, don't become a monster of closure. the heroes not only defeat him, they escape his crumbling tower also. and the world goes on, too. there actually is light at the end of the tunnel. it may not be in you, but so what? at least you can have the character to know that, if that is the case, you aren't in fact the hero - you're actually the villain. what a relief! it's not that the *world* lacks for goodness, or hope...really, it's you. and you are there to be a foil, so...be one.

Carse writes, quite brilliantly, that the definition of Evil is the interruption of the Infinite Game by the Finite one.