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gold-rhine · 11 months
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please share correct opinions on alhaitham and kaveh👀
genshin leaks tw i guess. they are both right and they are both wrong actually. like fans will be like omg this ship is canon bc their quest name is "Pride and Prejudice" and then literally not look at what that reference means, as if P&P entire thesis wasn't on how two leads both have to get over their flawed perception of each other and grow personally after admitting their own shortcomings
the whole throughline of them being narrative foils and mirrors for each is like. yes, alhaitham was right about kaveh martyring himself for selfish reasons, and kaveh was so appalled to hear that bc he wants ppl to think he's perfect. which like yeah, was his trauma response mechanism, but no, it doesn't mean it's healthy and shouldn't be challenged. being close with someone doesn't mean they don't see your flaws and think you're perfect, it means they DO see your flaws and love you in spite of them. yes, kaveh has high ideals of combining beauty and practicality and of everyone participating in creation, no, it doesn't mean that him carrying other ppl or people-pleasing at any opportunity is good way to reach his ideals, it obviously doesn't work like that. yes, kaveh is lonely, but he 100% put himself into this position, he has ppl who would be willing to support him, he hangs out with cyno, tighnari, brags about having friends and fans, he's literally akademiya celebrity, he could reach out and ask for help at any moment, but that would ruin his facade of perfect success, so he doesn't. literally he opened up about his problems one time and alhaitham immediately took him in despite their broken friendship. the only reason he doesn't actually own the part of this same house is because he refused out of pride, he obviously wants to feel superior to alhaitham, and he used his social standing and popularity as proof, which is why he's so shocked and dismissive of the idea that alhaitham can have friends or do smth heroic, and now the only way he has left to feel superior is to insist he's better bc he's empathetic, while alhaitham is not, so kaveh keeps falling for every scam despite being a genius. bc he sees this as him being good and that's the last refuge of his ego. tldr great ideals, clown execution
but alhaitham is also performing clown behavior. he's not ambitious like kaveh, yes, but his flaw of pride is in pretending that if he's right he can sound like an asshole. bro has "language is the ultimate tool and weapon" all over his stories, he knows that how you word things fucking matter and he knew that kaveh is fragile about his ego and emotions, yet he didn't try to talk to kaveh on the terms he could accept and help him reach the conclusion, but bluntly poked him into the weakest spot instead. and yes, alhaitham has feelings and they were obv hurt and he's still obv highkey cares and lowkey bitter at kaveh at the same time. fellas, is it rational to meet your worstie drunk and miserable in a tavern, learn he's bankrupt, and immediately take him home as a roommate. and like explain that you don't care about him, but you did it to have another genius through whose presence you can perfect your vision of the world. and then every time you talk you tell said genius that he's devolving into a fungus and shit like that. which is how perfecting a world vision works obviously. yeah sounds very logic, very rational, very objective, and no confused feelings to me.
no, their fight is not bc they have incompatible ideals and can never understand each other. they can understand each other very well, they can't get over their egos. kaveh spent years wanting to take back his words to his father and vowing to never hurt anyone again, yet he refuses to see realize what he said years ago hurt his best friend and he doesn't take it back despite them literally living in the same house and having that opportunity every day. he accuses alhaitham of being an egoist, yet he his own ego makes him pretend to have perfect life and have no problems instead of opening up to ppl. alhaitham accuses kaveh of being irrational and in denial about his true motivations, yet is in denial about his own motivations for becoming roommates, instead facetiously framing it like it was strictly for his own purely academic goals. they are mirrors, but they refuse to actually look at each other.
if hoyo has an ounce of sense, this is obv a setup for character arcs of them growing and getting over their pride and prejudices to be able to work together and combine alhaitham's strategic thinking with kaveh's groundbreaking designs.
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paperanddice · 10 months
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Mighty lords among the agathion, draconals are greatly removed from mortal needs and affairs. They serve gods directly, or even higher ideals such as the needs of the celestial realms as a whole, focusing their attention on extremely long term plans to sustain the balance of existence. They will often advise or direct other agathion to action, but rarely move themselves unless the situation is a dire emergency that they cannot avoid. Even so, they would rather empower a team of agathion, or even mortals to confront the problem, and keep their focus on higher matters.
This attitude often puts them at odds with shorter lived beings, even such mortals as elves. Elves may spend years in contemplation of the correct course of action, but draconal will spend centuries carefully arranging pieces on a game board larger than most people can even understand, and their slowness to act as a result can be infuriating. Above that, they have a strong belief in cycles of life and death, rot and growth, and even good and evil, so mass death or the potential rise of a great evil aren't necessarily enough to spur them into action. While they attempt to act for the good of all of existence, their view of it is greatly removed from that of the average soul.
Standing an average of 11 feet tall, draconals look like a regal half-dragon humanoid of some kind. Their colors are very different from that of the chromatic and metallics that most are familiar with, though there can be a good deal of variety in each color. Yellow may be a glittering gold, or a mustard yellow, while white could be chalk white, metallic silver, or opalescent. Each color represents a certain domain the draconal interacts with, and other colors may exist and just haven't been tracked. Black represents the sky, stars, immortality and leadership. Green represents wood, plants, and nature. Red represents fire, light, and wards against bad luck and tend to be the most aggressive draconals. White represents brightness, fulfillment, metal, mourning, and purity, and are often protective. Yellow represents earth, oracles, stone, and good luck.
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Draconal Large celestial (agathion), neutral good Armor Class 21 (natural armor) Hit Points 270 (20d10 + 160) Speed 40 ft., fly 120 ft. Str 26 (+8) Dex 15 (+2) Con 27 (+8) Int 24 (+7) Wis 24 (+7) Cha 23 (+6) Saving Throws Str +14, Con +14, Wis +13, Cha +12 Skills Arcana +13, History +13, Insight +13, Medicine +13, Nature +13, Perception +13, Persuasion +12, Religion +13 Damage Immunities lightning, bludgeoning, piercing and slashing damage from nonmagical attacks not made with silvered weapons Damage Resistances thunder Senses blindsight 60 ft., darkvision 120 ft., passive Perception 17 Languages Celestial, Common, Draconic, Infernal, speak with animals, Sylvan Challenge 20 (25000 XP) Dragon's Wisdom. Choose one of the following colors. The draconal has immunity to the damage type associated with that color, and its Bite, Claw, and Breath Weapon actions all deal damage of that type. It also has access to specific spells based on its scale color, as noted in its Spellcasting action: • Black or Red: fire • Green or White: cold • Yellow: acid Protective Aura. The draconal is surrounded at all times by a 20-foot diameter globe of protective magic. Fiends cannot enter this area by nonmagical means, and have disadvantage on attack rolls against targets within the area. Creatures of the draconal's choice within the area can't be charmed, frightened, or possessed by fiends. Additionally, any spell of 7th leel or lower cast from outside the area can't affect creatures or objects within it, even if the spell is cast using a higher level spell slot. Such a spell can target creatures or objects within the barrier, but the spell has no effect on them. Similarly, the area within the barrier is excluded from the areas affected by such spells. This effect can be dispelled as a 9th level spell, but the draconal can restart it as an action. Regeneration. The draconal regains 15 hit points at the start of its turn if it has at least 1 hit point. Actions Multiattack. The draconal makes three attacks: one with its Bite and two with its Claws. Bite. Melee Weapon Attack: +14 to hit, reach 10 ft., one target. Hit: 17 (2d8+8) piercing damage plus 14 (4d6) acid, cold, or fire damage (based on the draconal's scale color). Claw. Melee Weapon Attack: +14 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 11 (1d6+8) slashing damage plus 10 (3d6) acid, cold, or fire damage (based on the draconal's scale color). Breath Weapon (Recharge 5-6). The draconal exhales elemental energy in a 120-foot long line that is 5 feet wide. Each creature of the draconal's choice in that line must make a DC 22 Dexterity saving throw, taking 73 (21d6) damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful save. The damage type is determined by the draconal's scale color. Spellcasting. The draconal casts one of the following spells, requiring no material components and using Wisdom as the spellcasting ability (spell save DC 21): At will: bane (Yellow only), bless (Black only), control water (Green only), cure wounds (as a 4th level spell), detect thoughts, dispel magic (as a 5th level spell), freedom of movement (White only), greater restoration, gust of wind, identify, light, mage hand, message, protection from poison, shield other (Red only) 3/day each: earthquake (Yellow only), heal, holy aura (White only), incendiary cloud (Black only), plane shift, storm of vengeance (Green only), sunburst (Red only) Reactions Dragon's Salvation. When a creature within 5 feet of the draconal would take damage, it can cast cure wounds using its Spellcasting on that creature before it takes the damage. To do so, the draconal must see the creature and the source of damage. Legendary Actions
The draconal can take 3 legendary actions, choosing from the options below. Only one legendary action can be used at a time and only at the end of another creature's turn. The draconal regains spent legendary actions at the start of its turn. Activate Aura. The draconal activates or deactivates its Protective Aura Teleport. The draconal magically teleports, along with any equipment it is wearing or carrying, up to 120 feet to an unoccupied space it can see. Cast Spell (Costs 2 Actions). The draconal casts one of its at will spells.
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Draconal  Large 12th level leader [celestial]  Initiative: +15 Elemental Claws and Teeth +17 vs. AC (3 attacks) - 40 damage plus 20 elemental damage (based on the draconal’s dragon’s wisdom). C: Breath Weapon +17 vs. PD (1d3+1 nearby or far away enemies in a group or a rough line) - 80 damage (based on the draconal’s dragon’s wisdom). Limited Use: 1d3 times per battle, never two turns in a row. Aura of Protection: The draconal and all nearby allies gain a +4 bonus to all defenses against demons, and cannot be affected by first, third, or fifth level spells (even if cast from a higher level spell slot). Dragon’s Wisdom: Each draconal has resist damage 18+ against one type of damage, and deals that type of damage with its elemental claws and teeth and breath weapon. It also gains an additional effect. Pick from the following list for each draconal: • Black: fire, and each of the draconal’s allies can add the escalation die to one attack during the battle. • Green: cold, and the draconal and its allies can swim. While the draconal’s allies are in or nearby water, they take no damage from missed attacks. • Red: fire and as a quick action the draconal can shield one ally. This effect lasts until the draconal shields a different ally, or chooses to end it as a quick action. The shielded ally gains a +2 bonus to AC and PD and takes half damage from any attack against it that rolls a natural odd attack roll, but whenever it takes half damage from this effect the draconal takes damage equal to the ally. • Yellow: acid, and 1/battle each as an interrupt action, the draconal’s allies can add the escalation die to all defenses against a single attack. • White: cold, and the draconal and its allies are immune to being stuck or hampered. Flier. Teleport: As a move action, when the escalation die is even, the draconal can teleport to a nearby or far away location it can see. Resist Lightning 18+. AC 27 PD 24 MD 25 HP 700
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perkwunos · 2 months
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I’m returning to an article I can remember reading and trying to seriously think through a few years ago—back around 2019. The article is Sandra Rosenthal’s “Continuity, Contingency, and Time: The Divergent Intuitions of Whitehead and Pragmatism,” published in the Transactions of the Charles S. Peirce Society in 1996. In the article, Rosenthal argued that there is “a fundamental chasm” separating what she calls “Whiteheadian and pragmatic process philosophies” (542). This separation derives from “different intuitions of the nature of time” that are then “inextricably intertwined with diverse perceptions of the nature and interrelation of continuity, discreteness, and contingency” (ibid.). This initial article actually incited a reply by Lewis Ford the next year, to which Rosenthal then wrote a reply of her own, and then Chris van Haeften wrote what was essentially a follow-up to those previous discussions in 2001. So from a certain perspective the whole thing was quite productive.
Reading through it now, though, I’m struck by just how poor the level of argument is—but then I’m also not especially surprised. Lately I’ve really been coming to the assessment that the scholarship on Whitehead is, in general, extremely poor. Maybe I’m being harsh, and in general you’re not bound to find that much legitimately good scholarship on any philosophy, especially more marginal philosophers from older time periods.
Rosenthal states, early on in the article, that “the philosophical search for the security of fixity, the fully definite, as well as the a-temporal, has survived surprisingly well in Whitehead's philosophy” (542-543). This is, in fact, true in a rather mundane and obvious way, so that Rosenthal has no warrant for appending “surprisingly” to her sentence. Whitehead always made it clear that his philosophy included both (1) entities that are fully definite and determinate (in many of the distinct ways we could importantly define either of those two terms) and (2) permanent entities, including even entities that are a-temporal (which, again, could apply given at least a couple distinct ways of defining a-temporality).
Whitehead does, after all, include something called “eternal objects” in his category of entities. Or, if we want to turn to one of his more poetic (and thus, on an initial read, more memorable) phrasings, take how, in Process and Reality, he cites these lines from a hymn:
Abide with me; Fast falls the eventide.
He then writes, “Here the first line expresses the permanences, ‘abide,’ ‘me’ and the ‘Being’ addressed; and the second line sets these permanences amid the inescapable flux. Here at length we find formulated the complete problem of meta­physics. Those philosophers who start with the first line have given us the metaphysics of ‘substance’; and those who start with the second line have developed the metaphysics of ‘flux.’ But, in truth, the two lines cannot be tom apart in this way” (209). Later in the book Whitehead will refer back to these lines, and state his point again: “Ideals fashion themselves round these two notions, permanence and flux. In the inescapable flux, there is something that abides; in the overwhelming permanence, there is an element that escapes into flux. Permanence can be snatched only out of flux; and the passing moment can find its adequate intensity only by its submission to permanence. Those who would disjoin the two elements can find no interpretation of patent facts” (338).
So Rosenthal is not wrong to state that Whitehead retains a place for “fixity, the fully definite, as well as the a-temporal”, no matter her moralizing over it—and it’s a common feature running through this paper that she uses moralizing terms like the “security” above while discussing what are really pretty mundane things. So Rosenthal is also correct in noting that actual occasions, upon coming into existence, “do not change, do not alter while maintaining an identity” (543). Thus there is, as she put it, “a fully fixed, unchanging past” (ibid.). She seems to want this to be somehow shocking to the reader. She later criticizes Whitehead’s philosophy for the way in which “potentiality and actuality are fundamentally isolated, for becoming actual is a process of achieving definiteness, and the moment of attaining full actuality and perishing is at once the attaining of absolute definiteness. There can be no residue of potentiality in the fully actual or it would not be fully actual, fully definite” (552). She characterizes this as actuality and potentiality being “strangely separated from each other” (ibid.). Her characterization again uses moral terminology—“isolated” and “separated”—in the process of characterizing what seems, rather, to be the mundane and common sense position, and perhaps even the semantically tautologous position. A process that may possibly occur many different ways will, when it occurs, occur in just one definite way: it will be actualized, and once it is actualized, there is no longer any potential for it to go any other way: it is now in the past. That's, semantically, the difference between saying it's merely possible but not actual, and saying it's actual. None of this seems, in itself, at all shocking. There surely could be metaphysical premises accepted for one reason or another that contradict this and thus motivate us to not agree with Whitehead, but those are not obvious and the position in itself is certainly not “strange.”
This problem of possibility and actuality is in general treated in a confusing manner by Rosenthal. Take, for example, this passage:
Because of this absolute fixity of the past, Whitehead's system requires eternal objects to account for novelty. For, if the past provided everything for the present, then nothing new could appear; the apparently new would be merely a configuration of the old. Since the past is fixed and final, novelty is possible only by the intervention of something eternal or a-temporal; the future exists as possible in the form of inert, fixed, objective real possibilities. The ingression of eternal objects into events is Whitehead's way of getting contingency from a fixed, fully determinate past that cannot itself adequately allow for contingency and emergence. Every actual occasion introduces novelty into the world by prehending and newly integrating what the past sends to it, and it does this via a "lure" directed to the future through its prehension of eternal objects. (544)
What Rosenthal is discussing is the distinction between forms that may possibly characterize future actual occasions, and the actual characterization of actual occasions by such forms. Thus, in Whitehead’s philosophy, we may assert that it is possible for an actual occasion to be P—with some definite identity to the predicate P—before any such actual occasion characterized by P comes into being. Furthermore, from one occasion to the next, this characteristic P is identifiably that same characteristic. That is to say, the characteristic P is necessarily P—it has a definite identity independent of any realization in spatiotemporal events and thus can’t be said to come into being at some point in spacetime, so that it is eternal (hence, it’s an “eternal object” in Whitehead’s terminology). But the actual characterization of an event as P is itself contingent: it might occur, and it might not.
So, when a new actual occasion comes into being it will be feeling a given actual world, consisting of already satisfied actual occasions that will all have their own characteristics: the past is determinately of one character and not another. You can’t change what’s already happened. The new actual occasion is capable of realizing forms of activity not already actualized in this world, due to the nature of eternal objects described above whereby they have their identity as forms of possible activity independently of any actual activity. This is the basic gist of it, but it formulates the position in a hopefully less confusing manner than Rosenthal’s language (though, to be fair to Rosenthal, Whitehead was himself confusing). She barely really touches on the actual premises to be argued over, one way or another.
But ultimately the worst features of the paper come through with the discussion of Whitehead’s theory of extension. There, Rosenthal does not appropriately distinguish between two entirely separate (though certainly related) aspects of creativity: (1) extension as a feature of the physical prehensions of the actual occasion, and (2) the linear succession of actual occasions through the creative advance (and, similarly, the linear succession of prehensions within phases of the concrescence of one actual occasion). Thus, she argues that time, in Whitehead’s philosophy, “is ultimately understood in terms of discreteness. Time is a result of the succession of actual occasions, and hence though time seems continuous to the observer, it is actually atomic in its development” (543). But the above is certainly not true of time as temporalized extension. She further argues: “Actual occasions, then, are temporal atoms or temporal building blocks, but are not themselves temporal. Each one is an indivisible epoch having no internal temporal phase” (543). Here, however, she is again producing paradox where it is not necessary, by not distinguishing between different senses of time. Whitehead argued that temporal extension is only one feature of the concrescence, whereas Rosenthal was discussing time’s arrow and the fundamental asymmetry of becoming, something not explicable in terms of temporal extension. In the same way that actual occasions relate to each other in an asymmetrical, linear manner, so too do prehensions: this is entirely distinct from extension, which is a characteristic of physical prehensions (i.e., relations between actual occasions).
I won’t bother arguing any further with the text, as I’m well aware that I’m entering the point where basically no one is familiar with what Whitehead’s really doing here—and that’s including Whitehead scholars--so that I'd need to write a lot to really unpack what I'm saying. What I'm most interested in, now, is distinguishing the formal properties of how actual occasions, as atomic unities, aggregate into nexuus, from the formal properties of extension as that characterizes a specific type of relationship said actual occasions enter into. This would be, I believe, the difference between a mereology not reducible to topology (i.e., a mereology where the relation of parthood is not reducible to topological enclosure), and a mereology that is so reducible to topology (i.e., the mereology of Part IV of Process and Reality).
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dernarrleid · 10 months
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Relishing in the cold stare of a woman never perturb Kenzou before. The words falling from his lips, he meant them in earnest, understanding the nuance behind the work he performed day in and day out yet scolded himself on their delivery. Choosing who to save, it was easy to stay objective in a system who's design made the incoming of patients fair, taking away another element of all powerful responsibility aside from the conspicuous. Fundamentally, life wasn't in the same colors or variations for certain individuals over others; many had not the privilege to venture out and discover this notion. He supposed it's why there's a near permanent misunderstanding between people of what the meaning of said existence was, as the battles of hopefulness and nihilistic ideals wage on indefinitely. It doesn't entirely explain why most of his run ins with decidedly head strong, free-thinking persons question his character in a way almost condescending. The Irina he had searched for, the profile heard only from a man too cowardly to go on record, yet to damn good at his job for Kenzou to ignore the tip off. The @zorkaya he'd met instead.
Not to be deluded by her distinct features, the pure color of her hair paired with the crystalized, sunny twinkle seemingly disemboweling the fabric of his ideals from a few words exchanged. Across from him lie the proverbial serpent to his dove. Kenzou does not think so highly of himself in a personal sense, absolutely not, remaining completely neutral in his perception. To the defense of savings lives, it may only be faced head on. In the past, his ire while at bay grew each time his concurrent morals were challenged. Which fair, word of mouth often served the impression of his auspicious skills, never probing his beliefs since the medical world had no room for differing interpretations. However, the sheltered upbringing gave way for perhaps the ultimate form of prosperity. He'd been practicing inadvertently.
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"It's a flaw I'm not proud of, but the more I believed in it the more it never failed to unsettle me. Outside of a professional environment one has to abide by their own set of morals." Kenzou says, mildly. Ridiculousness settles upon him in his surroundings, staring at the floor where his shoes stood out above all. The extravagance in her prim mien, only familiar with money in a detached sense considering his travels, he'd be rolling in it if his materialism was anymore than it was currently. Extremely aware of how terribly odd they come given they traditionally have no inhibitions left. "Whether I'm alive or on the brink of death, I'm not doing a thing for you." Rather callously put, although something tells him she wouldn't mind in a non-murderous way. Surprisingly, most of his interaction were the opposite. "My life is in the hands of my patients... you don't seem like the type to require any immediate attention."
He shuffles the soles of suede shoes on the wooden tiles underfoot, taking the glass before him if only to peer at his reflection. Self conscious wasn't the correct wording, hair a bit disheveled both from his roots with the beginnings of stubble prinking his chin. In stark contrast, he sighs to the air. "Have you ever felt the need to stray away from this world?" He questions tentatively. Recognizing a smile, not truthful, from miles away never mind the few feet between. The drink swirls in hand, thumb and index finger spinning the steam of the glass. "A man I'd been helping," saving, "he mentioned you in some capacity before his procedure. I... had to see for myself what kind of person you were—why he was so afraid. He wanted me to give you a token of his time with you, said I'd have no trouble seeing how beautiful you are." Reaching into the breast pocket stuffed with a handkerchief was a poorly written letter, manuscript by someone on the verge of death.
The way it was frantic burned together—anyone would have concluded the note held a powerful infatuation behind it. Why for a Ms. Zarya he'd no clue. Pleasantries fell short via his time to even make the trip and her demeanor; reading the letter was one thing different from the reality of his first encounter. He hoped it was his last. "He was wrong."
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endworldbroadcast · 14 days
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My great anxiety in existing is hardly being unloved but my own selfishness and my incapacity to love others in a meaningful way. Sometimes I feel silly for saying 'infatuation' instead of 'love' but I would feel like a liar otherwise.
If I must be honest when I think about my LO, or my ideals in relationships, I like the idea of being able to express affection and attachment openly, and to be received wholeheartedly without feeling like I'm being a leech just by expressing my emotions.
So when people get the impression that I am trying to 'make' them reciprocate or to get something out of them I become so anxious. I feel like everyone else gets to talk about 'love' as something miraculous, freely given, unconditional, yet whatever 'love' I give is seen as either ulterior or disingenuous, and I get embarrassed of myself. I feel as if I am being accused of evil, or that I as a 'person' am so worthless or intolerable that whatever affection I give to others is equally as bad.
I got the feeling that my LO while a generally different person than me was similar in a way of being unable to think of themselves as 'loveable' in a meaningful way. I like to think I understand it, at least; that I am so dishonest a person that if somebody loved me it would not actually be 'me'.
Ultimately even while not wanting reciprocation I realised I was selfish in expecting ny perspective to be accepted. My infatuation with my LO was based on the interactions we had and my interest in the way they wrote: all of those things happened in reality, so they were 'real' whether that person perceived them as 'honest' or not. Maybe I was projecting somehow, that I wanted my affection to be accepted and believed not despite them perhaps being dishonest or ineffectual but precisely because of that.
If I could care for somebody for the aspects of 'reality' we shared and if I could get them to believe my feelings were genuine even though I as a person am dishonest and my self non-existent, then it would validate the feeling that 'I actually exist' more than any form of reciprocation would.
The few people who have 'loved' me, I deal with that unpleasant feeling that they love the shallow, fabricated selfhood standing in my place, and the fear that if I were 'true' I would cause nothing but pain. But in a way I had to make the distinction between myself as the liar, one who presents themself in a dishonest way, and others as a liar, one who lies in saying they loved me. And I felt that my own salvation was accepting that just because the love is for a fabrication does not make the love itself dishonest.
I had no idea how to communicate that idea. Perhaps I had wanted that to be accepted, that what was more important to me was not 'correcting' the perception, that I 'loved' an object inside my head, but simply validating that I 'loved' at all.
But as it stands nothing about caring for others or being cared for is easy and pleasant. And perhaps it would have been nothing but self-serving of me to have wanted them to understand.
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jonathankatwhatever · 5 months
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Here is a good place to doubt. It’s not quite 5AM on 11 Nov 2023, Armistice Day became Veterans’ Day, and it’s already been 11AM in Europe.
I fear for the future. The world loves war except when it’s waged by Jews because then everything the Jews do is labeled genocide and ethnic cleansing or as atrocity and barbaric when that is logically untrue, when by any definition of the words this is the opposite of genocide and the idea that evacuated civilians is ethnic cleansing is laughable, and thus people have in them a mental block about Jews, one which prevents them from seeing the irrationality of their own beliefs.
What is that irrationality? I mean the math. I think it’s this logic’s fault, which is that they shift the definitions to apply to this one case. So there’s a filter on there, one which extends the universe of those definitions to reach out to include this case, because the label Jew flips the bit at the Attachment from false to true, meaning a connection then runs from true into this extension, into this attached universe of Jewish fault.
There’s nothing unusual about this. A simple example is how societies view gays, let alone LGBT+, or how individual families react and thus how individuals react. It’s common for people to view a gay person as corrupting society, as morally deficient, as disgusting, and that attitude is passed on within the culture. And that’s apart from internal issues, from not knowing who you are.
I’m mishearing everything. Like there’s an echo. I hear things twice and the second time error corrects so I get this seesawing effect. Disconcerting.
So a Complication or Confusion would be like the inability to see what one does because there’s a K’ing there, a ramification or branching, like now because now is a multiple End and I can’t see through that from my perspective, which means your perspective as enclosing. Say is enclosing because as leads to what becomes next and I can’t see that, just orderings which appear in front of me but which may be as ephemeral as driving at night looking out for curves: you prepare all the way for what may not be there, so you imagine orderings of disaster or of non-disaster as you go, from outright consideration to keeping safety first best you can given the context.
Just happened again. The same kind of fragmenting. This time it was over levels of intimacy, like that you rarely see mutual masturbation in straight porn, so does that make it more intimate? And when I see that, I then get a reverberation, with the less intimate alternation appearing, and then another as it fades. That’s a chain of results moving along, essentially popping up as the underlying processes generated them into images, into perceptible thoughts.
These are all examples of the bias built into gs construction, that it can’t be an ideal generating perfectly balanced solutions across groups of objects. That applies to an individual as well as to groups. As in, everyone knows people, like themselves, who are great in some ways and in others not so much, who make good choices in some areas but not in others.
This is confusing me a lot because the last pargraph is true of everyone, everything, and that’s obvious but hard to say mathematically. Here’s an example: a fundamental reason why the quintic question is important is that each construction, each Thing constructed in its contexts, is reduced out of higher dimensions, meaning those above D4. Look at the D-structure: we reach the inner edge of D4 with the label of D4 similarly extending all the way down to D3 when it’s empty. This means D5 extends to D4. So if we put the label D4 on the spot where D3 reaches to the inner edge, then we put D5 at what is to D3 the outer edge of D4. That labeling is so fundamental that it’s how scalars carry value into mechanics, like into a Lagrangian. That is, we have a point where labels of 3-4-5 attach.
That’s a very hidden 12. The other hidden one is 13 because the alternate End is D6 because idealized Triangular fits to D6. I see that better all of a sudden, and you would not believe how difficult it is to hold on to this thread. D3 appears in D6 in 2 ways, both as a bT and as a count of 3bT’s connected in chains to other D3’s to make various counts of 6, like the Ends and 1-0Segments arranged around a center or common core. In that case, you can see the 3D axes emerge as pairings. To translate those into standard axis conception, use the fan(o,s) function to rotate each pairing so it appears to collapse to a line which now has at least a few counting marks, meaning 1-0Segments which collapse to points leading into and out of the center.
What is that rotation? Don’t forget: you’re trying to say that these short lived creations are examples of shallow Injection. That’s how a Metaphoric Bundle works, with some being very focused, very deep, very steep because sometimes it’s like looking down a well and other times like looking or experiencing at a steep enough angle to see each in turn, and still other times when it smears together, like when it becomes frantic with images and sound, which connects this experience to the incredibly strange headaches made of thoughts which would multiply in layers as permutations developed until the structure crashed and all the thoughts ebbed to one, which K’d.
Why would it collapse? Because the crescendos and diminuendos are results of the gs process, are what we perceive, so what we have is literal I//I: the crossing over of the line which divides the steep view in which you can see lots of orderings laid out as it becomes more information that you can process, with the line being very unpleasant to cross as all that excess energy in those thoughts, all the permutations which can’t be held in memory work out in rapid fire voices until they become a cacophony. That process hits its maximum and fades rapidly because now we’re crossing the rest of the rotated bT, meaning we can now see this process occurring as that bT in a pairing which rotates, so the line of I//I becomes the line across which a crescendo builds and fades, so the rest of the growth, from the single thought bumping along to the inevitable tree constructions appearing sweeps around a Hexagon and that is why it’s so necessary to count 5 or 6 or 7 in Hexagons because now we’re locating the pair that contains I//I.
So for example, if we have a standard Irreducible within a standard construction, then an example is spin orientation. To change spins, we need a bT and thus a pairing, and thus the need to locate and identify accurately, because that bT is where the fan slows to a stop and then starts running in the other direction.
I don’t know where this goes. Look at D3: what is different from D5 is the extra layer of Halving. Is that true? At D3, we have 1 and a half versus D5 at 2 and a half, meaning the idea is that association in either of those halves is 2 levels because it must construct 2 on each side to Halve a ‘3rd’. That lays out as shifting the half around each side into an additional space, meaning in the middle as opposed to either location in a line or Extent of 3 1-0Segments. That means there’s Halving within Halving.
This is similar to Collatz and other 1Space counting questions. If you can’t Halve, then use it as a base to count SBE. This is actually an analogue to the abelian group generated as the leftovers after reducing by primes, that these are the elements you have. If you can’t Halve that, meaning it’s not a combination of some kind, then you see the 1Space and number theoretical issues emerge. You’re acting on the group as a number. So you apply SBE to the group as times 3 because that’s also abelian: you can retrace those steps because it’s 3 iterations of the same group.
The raw sexual fantasy which accompanies these thoughts … talk about creative thinking. Holy creation. There’s a lot of joker in that.
So the reason 3 works is that you can make 2 in one step, just by sliding to the midpoint and only counting the whole steps visible. So the 2 and 3 can flip positions. You can see the extra complications at 5.
The connection between Collatz and BSD is amazing, and really explanatory.
An idea then is that these reverberations are from a higher splitting, so the experience has a progression and that can be an inversion, and this is caused by I//I and the rotation of bT’s so the fan(o,s) function runs. We experience the permutations. This can be a fleeting image or effects over time because that is a scale issue of reverberations being solutions to the developing patterns so those solution images are visible or are experienced. Like how pleasure in one context can be pain in another, from sexuality to how people like to inflict hurt but not receiving it.
It’s now 6:35AM, and I just stood up for the first time in an hour and a half. Had the thought that the only way I can compete is by solving otherwise intractable problems and by uncovering deeply hidden truths which no other has found, sort of making this an escape room or a scavenger hunt or other game in which competition spurs me to perform better.
So it depends on what you put first, right? Same issue as jealous God. And it’s I//I and edges in D-structure (and in sets, etc. since this really all does translate like this should because CM is a mechanism is a Machine. The algorithms run. That is, if you begin from the now, you order one way, while if you begin from the eternal, you order another. A diamond is forever, and that’s true because the diamond literalizes these shapes, with the basic diamond being an fD and that becoming facets on larger jewels. These reflect light, act as prisms etc. according to the purity of the structure. It’s the eternal in those patterns which makes the diamond eternal in more than a mere rock sense, but as a polished gemstone.
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POV: you hate your face
On my blog, I have discussed before how our generation is unhealthily obsessed with our own physical appearance due to factors such as plastic surgery being glorified, unrealistic beauty standards, colorism and racism which you can read here. Due to society being extremely social media driven, we want to present the best version of ourselves to the world, sometimes we may wish to correct or remove little things that we see as “flaws'” in our photos such as pores, double chin, acne blemishes etc (which are totally normal human being things btw). So how do we remove or minimise these “flaws”? The answer is - beauty filters! Beauty filters are either developed by individual creators on social media or cosmetic brands and manufacturers (Isakowitsch 2023, p. 240). While some beauty filters only apply makeup, most beauty filters alter the contours and features of the face and majority of beauty filters alter user facial characteristics in a similar fashion (Isakowitsch 2023, p. 240). Filters are now a major part of every social media platform especially Instagram, TikTok and Snapchat. 
Beauty filters seem pretty harmless right? Well, depending on what you use it for, it can be extremely detrimental to your mental health and self perception! Fun!
As a girl living in the 21st century, it is almost impossible to avoid filters and I’d be lying if I said I can post photos or selfies without using beauty filters or editing them in some way. This could be due to the fact that more often than not, we are afraid of showing sides of ourselves that we find objectively “unattractive” to the human eye and pressured to look a certain way and post certain type of photos. Digital self-tracking tools and beauty applications express idealised body pictures, internalised body ideals, and social pressures (Newell 2022, p. 155). As a plus size girly, there is always some sort of pressure telling me that my stomach should look smaller, my thighs should be slimmer or my eyes should look bigger, which are all characteristics that I do not have. To achieve them easily, I use beauty filters. Just the other day, I was taking photos to post on Instagram. My friend was using the original iPhone camera to take my photos but no matter how I posed, the photos never came out the way I wanted them to. In the end, we just switched to using beauty filter cameras on Instagram. 
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Neuropsychologist, Sanam Hafeez, compares the effects of applying cosmetic filters to addictions to drugs, alcohol, and gambling as they can “trigger the reward centre in the brain” and stimulate the dopamine pathway, encouraging behaviour to continue receiving the "rewards" (Calaor 2022). Media psychologist, Pamela Rutledge, claims that “our brains weren’t designed for social media” and she also says that things appear more significant in terms of social standards when they are frequent and receive social reinforcement in the form of likes and comments (Calaor 2022). This may be why we may think if we look bad in photos when we don’t get as much praise and compliments in the form of audience engagement on social media, hence feeling the need to always look picture perfect in every shot. 
If you’re comfortable in your own skin then the most beauty filters can do is wear out your self-esteem a little bit. But if you already have a history of disliking the way you look, the issue can run much deeper with even more permanent outcomes. One study found that approximately 50% of the participants claimed that social media had affected their decision to consider getting cosmetic operations to look like the filtered version of themselves (Quick 2023). This can be dangerous for minors that have not fully developed their brain as they believe that something is wrong with their face and insist on getting plastic surgery. Besides applying regulation and moderation on the kind of content minors endorse, it is also important for guardians to make them feel comfortable with their physical appearance and love themselves no matter what they look like to build strong character and self-esteem.
In summary, beauty filters are almost an essential in almost everyone’s everyday lives now. Besides making photos stand out, beauty filters are also used to cover up things that we don’t like about ourselves or what makes us insecure. In more serious cases, beauty filters may convince someone that they need to change their appearance by going through plastic surgery to be “pretty” or “attractive”. Self-love and self-acceptance should be taught to both minors and adults to reduce the amount of people making permanent choices that they might later on regret in life. 
References
Calaor, J. M 2022, We Know Beauty Filters Are Bad For Us, But Is Anything Changing?, Byrdie, viewed 15 June 2023, <https://www.byrdie.com/beauty-filters-5210360#:~:text=Many%20filters%20slim%20jawlines%2C%20noses,Euro%2Dcentric%20standard%20of%20beauty.>.
Isakowitsch, C 2023, ‘How Augmented Reality Beauty Filters Can Affect Self-perception’, Communications in Computer and Information Science, vol. 1662, p. 240, viewed 15 June 2023, <https://link.springer.com/chapter/10.1007/978-3-031-26438-2_19#citeas>.
Newell, M 2022, ‘Beauty Apps and Filters in Visual Digital Cultures: Perceived Sociocultural Pressures, Self-Rated Emotional Expressiveness, and Image Processing Algorithms’, Journal of research in gender studies, vol. 12, no. 2, Addleton Academic Publishers, New York, p. 155.
Quick, C 2023, How Beauty Filters Impact Your Self-Esteem, Her Agenda, viewed 15 June 2023, <https://heragenda.com/p/impact-of-beauty-filters-on-social-media-on-confidence/>.
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An Unbiased View of Is The RV Salesman Ripping You Off?
My RV Sales Process That Aided Me Sell RV After RV One major blunder RV purchases individuals produce, and pretty seriously, a whole lot of purchases individuals make; they alter their RV sales process along with each and every customer. All of the purchases fellas have to carry out before the sales process is accomplished. All of them need to acknowledge to a new purchases procedure, concur to a new fee routine in front of the sales person and fulfill new customer numbers while you are doing it. You should possess a method that you utilize opportunity and time once again along with the goals of permanently making your sales procedure much better. One of his absolute best means to perform so he gets in touch with salespeople a sales group! You have to believe concerning it and you operate a task you desire to be prosperous along with before you work to create a sales method a lot better. The ideal means to do this is to be delighted, be efficient and presume concerning the long phrase objectives. You begin the process with some form of complete satisfaction. When you have a real purchases procedure that you make use of with every consumer, you have a concrete procedure you may strengthen on. The trouble is finding brand new means to administer that plan and make consumers better. This can easily transform through understanding customer needs, consumer take in, client development, client interaction and consumer take in across several industries. As an example of our current version, permit's take a look at our Facebook-related web traffic. If you alter the sales procedure along with every customer, than you possess nothing to strengthen, and that will set you back you deals! When it comes to purchasing new cars, we sell every vehicle within the variety. With that in thoughts, our client foundation in Japan is quite extensive. In the last year, we have sold even more than 250,000 autos. This variety has grown to over 500,000 cars offered in Japan. We possess a total of around 16,500 cars and trucks in stock in Japan. This RV purchases process I have produced and usage is consumer centric, opportunity centric, and is made to shut a sale in the quickest time feasible. Research It Here has actually the perk that I will certainlyn't be paying for all the new sale price because I are going ton't be hanging around for the upcoming brand-new message because that would imply paying for my expenditures, thereby decreasing my yearly expenses. I presume it is a straightforward device that I find definitely simple, yet it isn't only for individuals who require that support.
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This RV purchases method is created to figure out your consumers correct RV necessities, this technique you can finalize the package the first opportunity and generate customers for life. We feel it is the same theory that we have utilized to sell all the preferred RV and BBR trailers. This suggests you possess to put all the same products that satisfy the demands by making certain the very same RV is used. This is where we see the highest possible top quality vehicles along with the greatest possibility and the highest price. My RV Sales Process in a nutshell: The Greeting Overview No matter if you’re taking a walk-in lead, a phone up, or following up along with an web lead, you have to help make a excellent very first perception. Even though your RV has ended up being a effectiveness, your company needs to take some opportunity to increase before your preliminary sales outcome begin to reveal in activity, and you're doing all you can to sustain your consumers and make sure you preserve top quality. When you walk up to your client, answer the phone, or contact a prospect help make certain you carry electricity and accent to the discussion. Produce Certain It's a Happy Day Presentation Currently that you possess the option to get involved, make a satisfied day discussion of your work. Hereare some suggestions to assist you always keep your business afloat, remain on top of the newest patterns, and even acquire you began on any sort of necessary new problem you deal with by having a amusing day. Don’t be simply yet another monotonous port they comply with everywhere else. What's important here is that we are not a lot of jerk-ass careless loss, we possess a typical denominator. It's tough to choose apart a ton of these traits, because nothing's the very same. I'm speaking regarding the simple fact that you can easilyn't observe your friends or that you can easilyn't observe them in your technique. My close friend informed me that he had satisfied three opportunities in his life and was quite happy. Receive them excited to be at your car dealership and reveal them you care through providing them your focus. If you were a participant of a car dealership at that point your consumer company will certainly make sure your brand-new vehicle certainly never come back, or it would be an issue of a significant vehicle warranty. In the end, if the customer solution is really good sufficient for your company after that you may move on to much better spending people who will definitely operate hard to provide you with high quality company for those that contact, text message, or email you. One huge mistake purchases folks create during the course of the introduction is they desire to speak news, sports, and weather condition and believe this is developing rapport. They don't really receive the very same exposure, but they always keep presuming this is some new construction, it's been right here a lot of opportunities in the past. The cause for that is folks are never ever purchasing those things, which is why they're consistently talking things out and getting spent for them – in order to win – to always keep getting the products. Don’t be that sales person! In this situation, you might be intrigued in a couple of of her favored games thus far though… "I possess 3 of my favored game jobs in the works but they are all in manufacturing currently.". As expected, the growth staff's reaction was not as high energy as that of any of you who were reading this, but it was something that was rather sure to reverberate with those appearing at them the many.
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Photograph (132) Cyanotype by Russell Moreton Via Flickr: Alternative Photography Documents from research archive Tracing Light : Petworth House, West Sussex 2000 David Alan Mellor, Garry Fabian Miller. Light And The Genius Loci For Derrida, the sun not only marks the beginning of metaphoricity but it is also an inescapable reminder of the solar system and oscillations, hidings and occultrations, inherent in 'a certain history of the relationships; earth/sun inthe system of perception'. Mutations Of Light Petworth Window, 6 July 1999 Light's Windows And Rooms Passing towards the Invisible. The prospect of some metaphysical realm beyond the blue end of the spectrum and beyond material things illuminated to carnal sight, was a recurrent theme in William Henry Fox Talbot's early speculations. CATCHING THE LIGHT The entangled history of light and mind Arthur Zajonc BROUGHT TO LIGHT PHOTOGRAPHY AND THE INVISIBLE 1840-1900 Sight Unseen Picturing The Universe Corey Keller Invisible objects, penciled by nature's own hand. In his introduction to the exhibition catalogue Iconoclash: Beyond the Image Wars in Science, Religion, and Art, the historian of science Bruno Latour argues that scientific pictures are powerfully affective because they more than mere images; they are, as he puts it, the 'world itself'. The Social Photographic Eye Jennifer Tucker Nineteenth century science was characterized by both the appeal to visual evidence and the need for confirmation by the testimony of eyewitnesses. The latter explains why scientists pursued public viewings of their photographs by means of illustrated slide lectures, exhibitions, and reproduction in newspapers and magazines. An understanding of the social boundaries of nineteenth century science helps make sense of a certain paradox within contemporary attitudes towards photography of the invisible. The ideal of mechanical objectivity in documenting visual knowledge demanded the elimination of the artist-observer and all of the subjectivity implicit in drawing by hand. Invisible Worlds Visible Media Tom Gunning William Henry Fox Talbot, Slice of horse chestnut, seen through the solar microscope, 1840, salt print 18.6x22.5 cm. Techniques Of The Observer On Vision And Modernity In The Nineteenth Century Jonathan Crary The Camera Obscura and its Subject Above all it indicates the appearance of a new model of subjectivity, the hegemony of a new subject-effect. First of all the camera obscura performs an operation of individuation; that is, it necessarily defines an observer as isolated, enclosed, and autonomous within its dark confines. It impels a kind of askesis, or withdrawal from the world, in order to regulate and purify one's relation to the manifold contents of the now 'exterior' world. UNDER THE SUN By The Light Of The Fertile Observer Metaphors of illumination in the photography of Christopher Bucklow, Susan Derges, Garry Fabian Miller, and Adam Fuss. An Epiphany Of Light David Alan Mellor Christopher Bucklow , Guests Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries Matter is provisional and that includes me. If the physics is correct then we are neither alive or dead as we commonly understand it, but in different states of potentiality. From The Adamantine Land Variations on the art of Christopher Bucklow David Alan Mellor Etienne-Jules Marey A Passion For The Trace Francois Dagognet Painting, Photography, Film Laszlo Moholy-Nagy A Bauhaus Book L. MOHOLY-NAGY: DYNAMIC OF THE METROPOLIS SKETCH FOR A FILM ALSO TYPOPHOTO OSKAR SCHLEMMER MAN Interaction of Color Josef Albers The Elements of Color Johannes Itten Pedagogical Sketchbook Paul Klee The New Landscape in art and science Gyorgy Kepes The Colour of Time Garry Fabian Miller The Majesty of Darkness Adam Nicolson The Unmade The Pregnant The Half Erotically Unmade Camera Obscura of Ideology Sarah Kofman An optical instrument, which used in drawing, allows one to see at the same time the objects being drawn and the paper. I Am Not This Body Barbara Ess
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I mean, even mxtx herself said that jc isn't an evil person. Deeply flawed for sure, but not bad. It's like any and all nuance is thrown to the wind in pursuit of the next "jc hot-take"
yeah exactly, and like the whole point of Jiang Cheng's story and reveal, as other people have said before, is that mxtx wants to play with your perception of your certainty on how you judged a character/person or a situation. It's a big theme in MDZS in general, the idea that like the "certain" reading or the most popular reading isn't always the "truest" reading, but that even a "true" reading is subject to personal perspective/context. And that, sometimes there is no "true" reading of a situation, because there's always going to be someone's context and truth that you miss, or are not able to reconcile against someone else's.
sidebar: MXTX literally does this with Wei Wuxian early on, she starts off by portraying Wei Wuxian in a way that he can be read as a typically "evil" villain character (e.g. when he mentioned going to Dafan Mtn to look for evil spirits, the more evil the better! <- paraphrased she might have used a softer word than "evil" but the point is that line is supposed to make you think you're reading a book where the MC is the "villain" of the story, until you learn more about the backstory/history and get more insight into his perspective)
I'm not saying that Jiang Cheng isn't a flawed character, because yeah, he very much is. But at the same time. Like the Jiang Cheng reveal is supposed to operate a bit more like a "Gift of the Magi" situation, as well as shedding light more on Jiang Cheng's perspective and adding context to how he's come across and how he has been shown to act/react. All of these do in fact have contextual influences on how Jiang Cheng is, imo, intended to be used in the narrative & as a narrative foil.
re: lack of nuance- that's something that's definitely frustrating me a lot recently in the tone of some posts I see in the tags lol. Even now with my recent posts, the reaction(s) I've seen seem to have boiled down to "we just want canon JC characterization; why are you using culture as an excuse for the bad shit he did lol," which like... fine maybe it's not a bad faith reading of what I said, maybe I didn't convey what I was trying to convey well enough, about there being nuances to analysis that I think are being omitted or ignored, some of which imo are culturally-influenced that people seem to discount in favor of an "objective imperative" kind of standard (which imo is generally not as "objective" or "contextless" as people think, they're just not seeing how their own contexts are still acting as a lens thru which they view things).
I don't think I took it to that extreme of "I'm using culture to excuse Jiang Cheng of wrongdoing," but then again does it matter what I think I was doing if the other party is perceiving their truth of the situation a certain way? The ideal is that one's intent can be reconciled with the other party's perception, and that both parties act in good faith to try to find that overlap in understanding, but I can't force other people to engage with me in good faith or be open to interrogating their own self-evident truths or things they've taken for granted which may serve to be examined. I'm fairly cognizant that I'm probably not going to be changing the minds of people who are already made up on this subject. Experience tells me that's not how arguments on the internet tend to play out, and if I do end up swaying anyone it's usually people who are watching as opposed to the people actively arguing with me on a given topic.
Anyway, I do think a lot of this arguments of "canon Jiang Cheng" are reductive in general, but also not the whole picture as far as canon goes if we do try to take that seriously or on face value. For example, what IS Jiang Cheng's "canon" characterization? The story isn't told largely from Jiang Cheng's perspective - whatever you come up with will still largely be based on outsider perspectives (each of whom have their own interpretations and agendas which color their views). So then, are you playing with Jiang Cheng's reputation vs characterization? If that's the case, that's fine, I can't control what other people do, but then to claim a moral high ground of having a "purer" or more "complete" or "true" reading because you eschew certain nuance points (which are also canonical) or take a more cynical reading of certain aspects of a text, comes across as arrogant and narrow to me. The opposite extreme of a thing isn't more correct than the extreme one is reacting to.
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All HS Aspects Breakdown
To me, all of the aspects together represent the experience of a play. In that, Breath is the drive. The wind in our sails. It's the imagination. Being there, but not bound to anything. Free-flowing conscious, unable to be grasped, only able to be invited in by the vacuum. It's a driving force, lovingly pushing that which tries to remain still. It's irresponsibility, and agency. Breath pushes things around and around, and inspires wherever it goes. It is free of suffering, because it cannot be bound.
Life, is the energy of Breath, harnessed and made into something else. Life is organized, feeding and growing in power. It's the way your DNA is coiled, it's patterns repeated, it's boundless, complex perfection that spreads infinitely in fractals. It's turning formless into form. Through Breath it is driven. It is breaking the law of anarchy, the basic state, and rebelling against simply having an ideal, and actually fights to get it. It is eating the apple in the garden of Eden, and disrupting peace in having nothing to hold and thus being free. It does this in favor of the struggle where you must hold on, you must survive somehow. It's greedy. Life is the aspect of fighting to be able to have agency while not being fragile enough to simply have it be taken back. Life is fortified, intelligent, and hungry.
Light is all that is observable. Light is the spotlight above the stage, showing you the main events. Light is objective. It's relevance, and importance. It's showing you something. It's correctness. It's showing you the character at their most crucial moments, it's showing you success and the most pivotal moments that led to it. To view and understand Light as a whole is to see that it is lines within lines within lines within lines, forever and ever, showing you all that you'll ever be able to know until...
Time. Time is deciding where the lines end. It is commonly seen as decay. The Finite. Good old Mortality. Time decides where the lines of light begin and end. It is the pacing of the play, placing ends and beginnings here and there. The birth of a character, their events, and the death of that character is all thanks to Time. Time is also the aspect of the self experience(Heart). A good way to think about Time is to look at any tool. A hammer, just as an example. A hammer is forged, used, and eventually broken, perhaps even several times if it is repaired repeatedly(Life). You can even think about the idea of hammers. Hammers are invented/discovered, used, and eventually forgotten about. Then the next rendition of hammers begins, perhaps they're called something different or shaped in another way or used for another purpose. But the thing that Time teaches us is that every play is really the same. Every story is a rendition of the original story(Light). The story of experience. Birth, events, then death. Beginning, middle, and end. You may stuff the most random things in between, but if you zoom out, all stories are identical, and they stop only to begin again and again.(Rage?)
Heart is a difficult one for me to understand, and I don't really get other people's views on Heart when I do my research. But, I'll try my best. The general consensus is this: Heart is the aspect of Personality. It governs impulses, emotions, and the "soul", or your being, however you wanna look at it. I imagine it's role in the figurative play as a character's traits; their strengths and weaknesses, their bonds, and their romance. I guess Heartbound are particularly interested in feelings and impulses, specifically how they control people's actions. The aspect of Heart is a character's perception of the world based purely on feelings. It responds to stimuli, totally unconcerned about objectivity. But, it's also about being someone, and coming to terms with that. Or at least, that's how I understand it.
But now, Rage. Rage is the aspect of waking up to the lies. Seeing structure and recognizing that it wasn't meant to be like that. Everything is supposed to be free, I shouldn't have a body, I shouldn't even be thinking thoughts right now, this is all preposterous and I'm going to return things to their rightful states. It's seeing an ideal, A hope, being lured in, lured in, reaching out to grab it, but. You can't take it. It's only a hope. It's not real. It's the feeling of heartbreak, when you thought it was meant to be. But it wasn't meant to be, and it never was. Because it didn't happen that way. It's waking up to that, to rejection. It's a feeling of being bound, being unable to have the fake ideal even though it would be so great to have it. It's even coming to terms with that firstly, then doing something about it. Whether that be to make right the wrongs, or to impulsively destroy it all.
Blood. Blood is the aspect of relation, and how those relations bind together. It's a life of service to the tribe, in hope that you'll all eventually make it to the end happily. Think of Breath and Blood as different kinds of priests. Breath is the priest that liberates you, and sets you free. Blood is the priest that takes you in, and holds you as you both read scripture by candlelight, finding solace in service to the deities, where all else is pain and suffering alone. It isn't capture, necessarily. It's family. Sometimes family is a chain like capture, sometimes it's an anchor that holds you in place and calms you. Hugs my dude. Bloodbound sometimes have to suffer though, finding that chains can be broken, either by choice or circumstance, and when your relationships are severed, or damaged, it hurts. Being alone in a world of suffering is hard, and Bloodbound know that more than anybody else. So, depending on how Rage or Doom leaning the Bloodbound is, they may help others in taking them in to accept suffering, or taking them in to become a team, and fight against the suffering.
Doom is being bound. Bound and suffering, or bound and cared for. Often both. But either way, Doom is the aspect of giving in to the limitations. Life goes on, refusing to die as long as it has control, denying limitation and saying "I CAN". But it wont always have control, and thats because of Doom. Doom is recognizing the inevitability of not being around forever, and being okay with it. It's saying "I CANNOT", and just chilling while the fire consumes them. It's knowing there's no chance of Hope, it's knowing that no amount of Rage will turn things around, and it's knowing that the ends of Life's ever-growing fractals fizzle out into Void eventually. It recognizes that there is no amount of detachment that can unbind the Doombound from Death. Time kills all, so one way or another, bound or unbound, we will all recede into...
Void. Void is where the spotlight doesn't touch. It's further back than that. It's what the audience can't see. It's the backstories nobody knows about. It's irrelevant information, things the story doesn't go over. It's everywhere the current setting is not. It's the darkness at the corner of your eyes. You can turn your head, get mirrors, record, analyze, or guess or do whatever you can try to attempt a glance into that dark spot. But you won't ever see it for yourself. You can't even imagine it. You can try to know everything, but Void teaches that the first step to doing that is to recognize that you know nothing. Voidbound's Hearts aren't all there. They give in to the Void voluntarily. Think about how modern astronomers are mapping the stars, diligently building better and better tools to see further and further out and tracking what they can see. Then notice how unlikely it is that humans will ever see every last detail of it. We don't even know every last detail about Earth, though we record as much as we can about our discoveries. We dismiss any discovery we deem irrelevant, too, because we're so focused on what's in the spotlight. Void is realizing that the whole thing is too big, and too deep, and too detailed to ever possibly truly understand it. And so, taking Doom's advice, any Voidbound person in their right mind would just... Not try to do anything about that. And so we just leave Void to being nothing.
Where Time is the aspect of the play's pacing and events, Space is the stage and setting. Space is your mommy. Your real mommy. Forget what you think you've got. Space is the one that really made you. Space is artistic, it wastes so much Time to build little intricacies, all of them. Remember Void? Remember how I talked about all those little details you'll never know about? Space made those. Space is the mom of all of that. Sure, Time conducted some stuff in the background, yeah, but Time also left to go get cigarettes, and you don't think Time is coming back to see it all grow up. Time is coming back to end it later. What a dick. But Time might come to see your basketball game. Maybe. If Time thinks you'll win. What a fucking asshole. Anyways. Space builds on objective laws, and turns a lot of little nothings into something. It turns a lot of dust floating around into big rocks called planets, where things happen and stuff is born, then raised, and eventually dies if it happens to have the right chemicals on it. This is about as much as I'm willing to write about Space with this crummy English language. I could go on and on about Space.
Mind. Mind is the other aspect on looking at all this stuff. Where Heart looks at things with subjective feelings, Mind looks at things with objective fact. Mind excludes feelings, and in that way it is unbound and capable of doing what is objectively right. It doesn't concern personality or romantic impulses. If it's evil, destroy it. Period. Enter. Indent. Mind considers consequence, it sees what could happen if X. Heart doesn't care what the consequences are, it feels something, so it must follow it, regardless of X. What I'm saying here is that these two aspects both draw upon Light and Void, where Mind draws upon Light to see and choose the objective, and Heart draws upon Void to choose the subjective. Both are seeking the ideal, which is on the aspect wheel as...
Hope. Hope is that the person you like will like you back. It's that Santa Claus is actually real and isn't transphobic. It's that you have magic powers for real bro. It's the idea of matter from nothing, similar to how Space turns a lot of debris into something. But with Hope, it's taking concepts of nothing and turning it into something. It's that the ideal will present itself when all seems lost. That something will appear out of nothing and save you. But Rage shows us that fundamentally, Hope is nothing but ideas. It's fake. But... It's also... Fucking real???? Hope is the aspect of Hope, in that you HOPE it's real, and if you believe it, and really really do, it could become real??? When Santa Claus is standing in front of you, do you still Hope he's real? No, because he's literally right there! You can't hope he's real because he IS real, you're with him right now! Hopebound are theoretically capable of using Hope and Belief to fabricate and bring forth fake things as real things. I don't understand Hope completely, I'm just telling you what I think it is based on research and long hours pondering. It doesn't really make sense in some ways, or it doesn't function like the other aspects in that one particular part about being fake, but also real? I think it's kind of like, the driving fuel behind powerful things. It inspires things to be real, I guess?
That's it then. All the aspects on the aspect wheel. Thank you for reading my aspecting breakdown. I hope it helped you, or was at least entertaining. If you have input, or you can clarify or enlighten me on any of the aspects, don't be afraid to make contact with me. Peace. (:
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Summary: When a rainstorm threatens Tanjiro's travels through the countryside, he takes refuge in the home of a kind stranger. During his stay, he discovers that not only is his host of half-demon blood, but their mother had also been a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.
Tanjiro is nothing if not curious, and learns more about the multifaceted world of demonkind, hopefully growing ever closer to undoing the curse upon his sister.
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Tanjiro could tell that something was off. From the moment that the man had entered into his physical perception he knew that something wasn't quite right. The man -- you -- weren't entirely human. Neither were you entirely demon, but he couldn't get much detail behind the simple fact of otherness that permeated the air around you with every shift of your body.
It wasn't a bad smell either. In fact, when you bowed in greeting, he found the gesture scented with honesty and friendliness instead of hidden malice or insincerity. He bowed in turn, and the two of you exchanged names. It didn't take long before you took note of his weapon, and much less after that to realize that the wooden case hefted against his back held something far less trivial than one would have assumed. Not something, but someone.
His nose was sharp -- for a human, at least. Yours was just as honed, though the ability came from your mixed blood than from a rare natural gift. It took but one breath with a defined focus to realize the young man you'd met was hardly a normal person.
Demon Slayer.
The words held some semblance of meaning. Nothing with coherent form; they were words passed down to you from your parents, spoken with such fearful vitriol that you had to wonder what kinds of people became such Slayers of Demons. Surely they would be bloodthirsty, heartless souls that would so willingly strike down such simple people without due thought or consideration to what their sins truly were -- assuming that existence itself wasn't a sin for a demon.
But as Tanjiro stood before your eyes, you had to reconsider the image that had built up behind the words. He did not look bloodthirsty. He didn't even seem aggressive. But he still carried the nichirin blade that you'd been warned of, and you had to wonder how many demons had been killed at the mercy of its sharpened edge.
So you, a half-demon standing before one so named a demon slayer, do the careful thing:
You invite Tanjiro to stay with you for the night.
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Truthfully, Tanjiro isn’t in a position to reject the offer. he’d been traveling for several days through the rolling landscape between the mountains, and he could smell a thunderstorm coming in. For all that he couldn’t understand you or your strange scent, Tanjiro really had no reason not to trust in his kindness.
The house you called your own is humble, too far from the nearest village for anyone to randomly stumble upon you without incredible forewarning. Tanjiro is actually quite the rarity, one that you find some manner of joy in meeting — the last person you’d met was half as kind and barely a fraction as patient.
“Are you a demon slayer?” you find yourself asking barely a moment after the two of you have stepped into the narrow threshold of the front doorway. Beyond is a home consisting of a few rooms at most, minimally furnished but meticulously cared for.
Tanjiro barely has the chance to set his gear down, but he flashes an earnest smile in your direction.
“I am,” he says. There’s pride in his tone. “Though I’m a little surprised. Not a lot of people recognize us that quickly, unless…”
“No. I don’t have any connection,” you quickly dash his assumption aside. “But I recognize the uniform and weapon you’re carrying. Nichirin blade, correct?”
Tanjiro blinks, but the look of warmth never quite fades from his face even as he nods to affirm your suspicion. It sates your surface curiosity, but it doesn’t offer any sort of clue as to what is in the box he’d carried upon his back. For a moment you wonder if it would be rude to inquire about it, but shrug the notion off quickly when you remember how strange the box smells. Not weapons, not rations, but something softer.
“What’s in that box of yours?”
Tanjiro’s entire frame stiffens. In barely a breath’s worth of time, his demeanor tightens up and leaves the young man looking tense and unsure. With one hand gently laying upon the wooden surface of his cargo, he says, “Something… very important to me,” he then reaches his other hand up, fingers splayed open and shaking as if to ward off concern. “-but I promise it’s nothing dangerous.”
You can smell a soft trace of anxiety around him. While the unexpected reaction incites a spark of curiosity within your chest, it’s not without a resounding sense of restraint and mannered respect for Tanjiro’s privacy. If he doesn’t wish to share the nature of it’s contents with you — someone who is little more than a stranger to him, admittedly — then he is under no such obligation. Still, you purse your lips for a moment in disappointment before lightly gesturing for him to step further into the house with you.
“I’d been cooking food when you arrived,” you say gently. “Clean yourself up and I’ll serve us both something hot to eat.”
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It doesn’t take very long before the two of you are sitting together, sipping at the brothy soup that had been bubbling away for the entirety of the earlier afternoon. Though the majority of the meal is somewhat silent, Tanjiro’s eyes move about the room, taking in every detail that raises above the floor and out from the walls. It doesn’t take a genius to realize how well he fits into the ideal of a Demon Slayer — Tanjiro is perceptive and foolhardy with at least some basic talent for the blade on his hip.
Beyond that, however, you’re not quite sure what is to be expected of him as a slayer. He’s very kind and respectful… but those are hardly the traits you’ve come to associate with the title. Everything about the young man demands curiosity, so much that you don’t realize how his gaze has settled onto one particular spot on the wall behind you. By the time you remember what is hanging openly, Tanjiro’s lips are already forming a question -
“Whose sword is that on your wall?”
You don’t even turn your eyes around to look at it. The object has taken a defined place within your memories — you can’t forget the shape of the blade, the texture of the hilt, or the soft smile of it’s previous owner even if you genuinely wanted to purge them from your thoughts.
A sigh escapes your lips after a few moments. “It belonged to my mother,” you explain after a moment. When Tanjiro’s rust-colored eyes light up, you decide to answer the question just behind his lips. “And yes, it’s what you think it is. She was a demon slayer herself.”
“Oh,” the syllable falls with a sense of understanding of was rather than is. A misjudged understanding, given the ambiguity of your answer, but a respectful one nonetheless. “I’m sorry.”
A moment passes.
“And… your father?” Tanjiro asks.
The speed at which you shake your head is almost comical. No. No. The visual image is a joke in itself, and Tanjiro doesn’t even realize why his question is so humorous to you.
“My father was not the kind of person for that line of work.” a gentle chuckle does manage to escape the poised line of your lips. “…I doubt he’d be able to wield a blade like that in the first place.”
It feels as if the conversation is going to continue out from there, a gentle rolling of waves upon the edge of a beach after the brief storm of near-realization to what was hiding just beneath the surface of half-dodged answers. But it doesn’t manage to get farther than another breath before a noise sharply echoes out from the wooden box set out near the doorway and shocks both of you into a gazing silence.
“Tanjiro,” your tone is careful and your eyes hone in on the item. Caution prickles in your fingertips and against your tongue as claws and fangs slowly emerge from behind a carefully-kept glamor. “what is in that-”
“What are your thoughts on demons?”
You blink, turning to face the man again with a look that does not hide an ounce of your confusion. It takes a few moments for some of the dots to connect to one another. The reason for him asking your opinion is hanging right above your head, a heavy reminder to half of your heritage — but it doesn’t quite match all of the points of confusion all but emanating from Tanjiro and the strange box he carried with him.
Still, his question deserves an answer. And even as your eyes settle carefully on the square shape across the room, you offer one.
“Asking my thoughts on demons is no different than asking my thoughts on humans,” you say, words careful and tone oddly tight. “Some are good, some are bad, and none-” a sharp breath passes over your lips. “-none are perfect.”
Tanjiro’s eyes linger on you for a long while, longer than what feels comfortable for the silence between you. For a few moments you wonder if his question was a test and your answer had failed it abysmally, but it didn’t change your feelings on the matter in the slightest. Nothing ever will.
Another sharp noise echoes from the direction of the box. Your eyes begin to dart towards it, but the motion of Tanjiro’s body commands your attention towards him instead, he as if ready at any moment to launch himself towards the box, but his eyes meeting yours openly and earnestly.
“So you’re saying you think some demons can be good, right?”
You watch him, but sense no malice in the young man’s gaze.
“Of course.”
Relief seems to flood across his expression. When another, more rhythmic sound comes from the box, he doesn’t so much jump towards it as he does shuffle to his feet and step across the room. Before he’s able to reach it, however, the door suddenly opens to reveal a shape of pink fabric spilling out from within. You blink and watch as the fabric moves, and ever so quickly does your mind realize that there is a person within it, wearing the kimono that reminds you of cherry blossoms in springtime.
By the time Tanjiro is at the side of the wooden box and holding out an outstretched hand, you’ve come to realize that it’s been a young girl inside of it the entire time.
A demon. The scent doesn’t escape your nose for a moment, though it lacks the underlying sharpness of iron you’d come to expect from others of her kind and yours alike.
And Tanjiro regards her with tolerance, nay, respect. It seems to take the young woman a few moments to orientate herself to her surroundings, but he smiles at her with all the same gentleness.
“It’s okay, Nezuko,” Tanjiro says brightly, pulling the woman onto her feet. “This is a safe place.”
Despite all the words that press up behind your tongue, you can’t help but stare at the young duo. Tanjiro smiles and gestures towards the young woman beside him, Nezuko.
“This is my… younger sister,” he says at last. The air settles around the room in a nonverbal confirmation of information that doesn’t take more than a heartbeat to confirm, but it leaves you equally confused and curious all the same.
“Tanjiro,” you murmur, words finally picking up a semblance of strength. “This may be a stupid question, but are you aware that your sister is currently a demon?”
Though it’s not clear what would have been more surprising of an answer, Tanjiro’s honest nod does seem to do plenty to throw you for a loop. A demon slayer traveling around with a demon at his side? The notion vexes you completely, even if the demon in question is a member of his familiy. Unless…
“Was she born a demon?”
Tanjiro and Nezuko both look at you, the former with a more defined look of confusion across his face.
“Born…?” he asks. “As in turned? Turned into a demon?”
“Ah,” you suddenly feel a bit silly and more than a little embarrassed as his confusion seems to be genuine. “I think I misunderstood a few things. I’ve got my answer in any case but, no, I did actually mean born as in physically birthed.”
While Nezuko loses interest in the conversation and begins to roam about the room, her brother slowly settles back onto his spot across from you — albeit shooting a glance to his young sister every once in a while which is admittedly endearing. The two of them seem barely old enough to be out on their own, and you’re not sure if the demon slayers even have a minimum age requirement to begin with as long as someone can hold a weapon and defend another.
“How could someone give birth to a demon?” Tanjiro finally asks. “I thought they were only created by… uh.” he pauses for a few moments, waiting as if to catch something in your eyes. Recognition perhaps? “…A man named Muzan Kibutsugi.”
He’s not bothering to conceal his befuddled expression as, behind his eyes, you can see the threads of thought and logic try desperately to put an answer together from the bits of information he already knows about demon-kind.
“Most are,” your words taste bittersweet on the tongue. “But not all of them. Some demons can create other demons if they’re strong enough.”
Tanjiro nods as the faces of both Lady Tamayo and Yushiro appear in his mind’s eye. Though she had been a demon created by Muzan, he recalled that Yushiro was created by her hand in the continuing search for a cure to turn someone human once more. It had been the only instance where he’d come across a demon not created by the demon king himself, but it’s a clear enough example that Tanjiro doesn’t need to stretch his mind very far to understand your words.
Seeing this recognition, your hand raises to gesture up towards your chest, fingertips barely skimming across the wash-worn fabric of your kimono.
“You asked before about some demons being ‘good’.”
Tanjiro nods. Even Nezuko has moved her attention towards you, though she stands solemnly in one of the darker corners of the room as her eyes glow like shimmering sakura blossoms.
Considering the nature of whom was sitting in front of you — the organization for which Tanjiro allied himself with — there was a part of you that wished to simply lie between your teeth and wait out the night until it would be socially acceptable to all but kick the young warrior out of your home. That part had good reasons to be cautious and fearful, but another part of you found something hopeful behind the young man’s eyes. You aren’t naïve enough to call it ‘trust’, but the emotion is certainly within the same pond.
“My father was a good man,” your hand lingers, stilled against your chest and all but faintly feeling the thrum of your own heartbeat. “An odd man, but a good one. Tended to the fields, took care of my mother when she fell ill, even managed to make friends with some folks of the local village. He respected everyone around him.”
Even as he remains politely silent, something starts to click in Tanjiro’s eyes, even before you finish the point of your words.
“…my father was also a demon created by Kibutsugi.”
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Tanjiro blinks with wide surprise and shock stilling the words that otherwise press against the back of his lips. While there had been a growing hunch forming somewhere within his thoughts, he can’t help the suddenness of the question needed to confirm them when he finally can speak again.
“Does that mean that you are-”
“Half-demon, yes.”
"How does that even...happen...?"
You chuckle, "I'd imagine how most people go about having babies."
Tanjiro's cheeks turn a dark red, and he quickly drops that particular line of questions.
You try to offer the young man a comforting smile, but he continues to stare in a summation of awe and disbelief. He’d never even thought that a demon and human could have a child together. For the longest time since learning of their existence, Tanjiro simply thought that demons couldn’t have children at all — like an extension of the curse befallen upon them, leaving them wanting for human flesh and blood, feral and wild and-
It is then that Tanjiro’s thoughts click into place once more. No. He’s not without multiple examples to the contrary, strengthened each and every day by the knowledge that his own sister is of the same creation as many of the demons so easily vilified and hated. But, even then, it doesn’t change the fact that Nezuko is a rarity — her lack of bloodshed is, as far as he’d learned, a genuine oddity among other demons.
“… Have you killed anyone?” he finally asks. His eyes glance towards the floor, looking almost ashamed in having to speak the words.
You shake your head. The question is hardly a surprise — you actually would have been more caught off-guard if that hadn’t been the first thought on his mind. But oddly enough, the question is something of a comfort. It allows to you answer it honestly.
“I haven’t hurt or killed anyone before — since part of my blood itself is human, my diet is relatively lackluster.” with a sweep of your hand, you gesture out to the empty bowls in front of the two of you. “I can be out beneath the sun, but my skin is somewhat sensitive to it; just a short while in direct sunlight can leave me with a terrible burn.”
Tanjiro nods. He brings up a hand to his chin for a moment to ponder over the details and new information as what appears to be every thread of his thoughts devote to try and weave it all together with what he already knew. One detail into another, filling up the ever-growing sense of curiosity that he had for demons and those around them. If nothing else, it proved that there were still things that not even the Demon Slayer corps understood properly — or, if they did, they certainly didn’t admit to them. The Hashira’s response to Nezuko solidified that well enough.
After a few moments, Tanjiro’s attention flicks back up to your face.
“Your… mother was a demon slayer, right?”
You nod politely, though it doesn’t take more than a quick glance back up to the nichirin blade hanging above both of your heads on the wall behind you to be reminded of the fact.
Tanjiro’s gaze tilts ever so slightly with his head to one side. “How did your mother and father meet?”
You shrug. “I never learned much of the details, though I do know that he was at one time a demon she was sent out to kill.”
Tanjiro chuckles after a few moments.
“I think I can guess what came after that,” he says. “So was your father… around much after you were born?”
“Of course!” your expression all but beams at the gentle memories. “Just because he was a demon doesn’t mean by default he was a bad or neglectful father. Though I suppose he so often seemed sickly to others; not able to go outside during the day, having to hide himself when there was company… I admit there is a lot about my father I still don’t know.”
For but a flicker of a moment, you are absolutely certain that there is a sadness within Tanjiro’s eyes. A mutual bitterness, empathetic beyond words. But the look is gone ever so quick, so much that if your perception was but a moment slower it would have been missed entirely.
But what remains is yet a soft expression.
“Thank you,” he finally says. “I am trying to learn as much as I can about demons right now.”
“I assume as much, being a demon slayer.”
“No, no it’s-” the young man looks suddenly flushed. “I promise I’m-… I’m not going to tell anyone about you. I just, think that… there’s a lot that I don’t understand. But I would like to. You see, my sister and I-”
And so, Tanjiro tells you the story of how he and his sister began traveling together — the murder of his family, his sister being turned into a demon, his promise to himself and those he lost that he would try to right all of the wrongs that had been done to them. He explains how he joined the demon slayers, how he had met other demons who had been kind to him in much the same way that you had been. Though the names Tamayo and Yushiro held no recognition, they did bring a sense of warmth to your chest in the confirmation that being a demon didn’t truly mean one had to give up their sense of humanity and kindness.
One topic moved onto another as the night continued on and the rainstorms moved in. Through the soft pitter-patter of water against the roof, you did your best to answer as many of Tanjiro’s questions as you could despite the fact that your knowledge of Muzan went no farther than simply hearing it once or twice and having a basic understanding of his role in the origin of demons themselves. There is also something admittedly humorous in watching Tanjiro’s expression when your glamor falls just a little, revealing sharp claws at the tip of each finger and fangs barely hidden behind the press of your lips.
“Neither my father nor I had any semblance of combat ability, but they’re useful for hunting.” a moment passes. “Animals, I mean. Me and mother still had to eat something.”
Perhaps it’s the reminder of your mother, and her lack of presence in the house with you, that finally encourages the question forth, “How long have your parents been…?”
“Dead?” you don’t fear the sound of the word or the notion behind it. “It will be twenty years this coming spring.”
“Twenty years?” Tanjiro gawks. “H-how old are you then?”
“I was born in 1857, so…” you do the math in your head, giving Tanjiro several moments to try and come to terms with the fact that you barely look older than your mid twenties at most. “This year I will be fifty-five!”
Your bright, sharp grin is in hilarious contrast with the shock all but painted across the young man’s face. After giving him a breath to take in the information, you point out, “I am half-demon. Time doesn’t mean as much to my health as it does a normal demon.”
“I… see,” Tanjiro’s eyes return to normal, but there’s no hiding his lingering awe. “So will just a nichirin blade… kill you?”
You have to laugh at just how shy the question is for the severity of the words. “Trying to plan my demise already, demon slayer?”
Though Tanjiro immediately begins to shake his hand and try to babble out an apology and explanation alike, you aren’t cruel enough to let it linger for more than a moment before explaining, “A normal blade could behead me and I would die. I could drown in a lake or perish from a high enough fall. In all things but old age, I’m still very mortal, Tanjiro — for better or worse. I can’t speak for any other half-demon you may come across, but I know that much.”
A moment of silence passes between you. Tanjiro thankfully doesn’t ask about your parents or their passing. In fact, he seems rather satisfied by the amount of information he’s gotten already, so much that his mind constantly looks as if it’s rolling about within his skull, putting together a puzzle with far too many pieces missing for most people to even bother in the first place.
The rain continues to fall. It’s a gentle white noise, ceaseless, and punctured only by the dull rolling sounds of thunder as it moves across the edges of your perception. It doesn’t take long for you to realize the time either, knowing even without looking out the door or window that the moon is high into the night sky and that, furthermore, it was not hospitable of you to keep your guest from getting a good night’s rest.
“If you have no more questions, I think it would be a good idea to get some sleep.”
There were more questions — there is always more questions — but Tanjiro can’t ignore the fact that it’s late and, yes, he would need to be moving along to his next destination early in the morning. It doesn't’ take long to ready a place for him to sleep, and less so for Nezuko who seems content to simply be near her older brother. Though she doesn’t speak a single word to you, the look in her eyes seems soft and curious, perhaps even grateful.
It’s understandable why Tanjiro has such a moderate view of demons despite being among the Demon Slayer Corps himself.
That fact in itself is something of a comfort as much as it is a curiosity, one that lingers with you even when you see the young man off the next morning, so early that the sun has barely crested above the hills and mountains on the horizon.
And Tanjiro, as he leaves, finds himself renewed with energy and questions alike. Every time he thinks he has a strong grasp on the world around him, something new emerges that throws it further into perspective in an ever-growing map of knowledge. Though the edges continue to get blurrier, there’s something nice in familiarizing himself in it. To Tanjiro, it brings him further hope for the future of not only himself, but for the Demon Slayer Corps and the greater world around them.
Maybe, he hopes, he’ll run into you again one day.
And maybe then he’ll be able to introduce his sister to you as a human — or perhaps the world will have grown in such a way that, like the union of your parents and the makeup of your own blood, it won’t even matter in the first place.
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i realize this will probably bring up old drama so you might not want to answer it. but do you ever regret, however on purpose or on accident, bringing all that unnecesary hate towards Katara? i'm really sad and dissapointed tbh. i'm a woman of color and katara was so important to me growing up. my favorite animated woman ever. and then this resurgence comes and theres so, so much unnecesary hatred for her and everyone ignoring everything that makes her a good character.
(2/3) 2- and you know, i expected this from the male side of the fandom. they were misogynistic to her and the others even back then so i would expect it to be even worse with how internet culture is more mysogistic now that ever. and i wasnt wrong. male atla fans had some truly horrible takes and views that just came across as racism and misogyny. but, i expected these circles to be better. to be a safe space for us woc who love this character. but i found the same weird hatred for her.
(3/3) 3-i just, i cant believe i feel less welcome now that i did even back then. and back then i didnt even paricipate really. but at least i could enjoy fandom content without stumbling into misogyny and racism every other post. also sorry for sending this to your personal blog b i just wanted to let you know you controbuted to that too even if it wasnt your intention. at least you realized that and arent contributing to it anymore right? cause honestly the hate has only gotten worse not less.
hey anon. thanks for asking this question, because i hadn’t addressed this topic previously and this gave me an opportunity to do so. 
no, i don’t regret publicly interpreting a character whom i love through a nuanced and human lens. and i don’t regret combating the one-dimensional interpretation of this character, which posits that she’s merely an vaguely defined object of attraction for some boy or another, and a singularly gentle, mature, maternal figure whose sole purpose in life is to nurture others. those interpretations suck. they rob her of the humanity and complexity that make her character unique and they stem from misogynistic tropes that reduce women to the services they can provide to men. the thing in the world that matters most to me is fighting misogyny, and this trend to diminish a proud and powerful and angry teenage girl by exaggerating only her most socially acceptable traits is misogyny. 
unlike you, i did not grow up watching avatar: the last airbender. the shows i watched growing up did not have a lot of girls who felt real to me. the girls i saw on tv growing up were simple. they were the main characters’ crushes. they were simple, desirable, usually sweet and loving, and not much else. if they had a flaw, it was that they were, at best, “awkward.” whatever that means. or if they were the protagonists, which was rare, they were nice enough and tried to do the right thing, but they never had strong feelings like resentment and anger. they weren’t allowed to be unfeminine which meant they weren’t allowed to be bitter, angry or in any way flawed. they didn’t look like the version of girlhood i knew to be true for me personally, which included a lot of anger and frustration and powerlessness. 
that crappy representation left me with internalized misogyny that chased me for longer than i’d like to admit. i did not learn to think of girls as humans who could be as interesting and flawed and messy as the boys were. i did not value myself as a girl, and later a woman, because i thought the best thing a girl could be was... bland. boring. pretty, but empty. passionless.
it would have meant the world to me to see a character like katara. 
because katara is angry. she has every right to be: she’s had so much stolen from her, including her mother, her people, and her childhood. katara has a short fuse. she yells. she snaps. she fucks up. sometimes she makes mean jokes! i never saw a single one of those dreamily perfect cartoon love interests make mean jokes when i was a kid. she is extremely idealistic--it’s her defining character trait--but we see the bad side of that as well as the good. we see that her need to help others  leads her to act rashly, to get herself into danger, to put others in danger too. 
and she has her very own arc. it’s not about her love for another person, either (what a snooze of a storyline); it’s about growing up and learning to break down some of that stubborn black-and-white thinking that we all indulge in as children. it’s a true coming-of-age arc and it belongs to a fourteen-year-old girl. 
when i, to use a phrase i find crass, “entered the fandom,” i quickly realized that other fans’ perceptions of katara did not line up with the things i valued most about her. other fans seemed to valorize her most socially acceptable feminine qualities: her generosity, her kindness, her dedication to helping others. and of course i love those parts of her--i love everything about her--but what is really remarkable about avatar: the last airbender is that katara’s many important virtues are also counterbalanced by equally significant flaws. a good character has flaws. katara is a good character, and a deviation from the characters who made up my formative media landscape, because she has flaws. her temper, her idealism, her stubbornness--these are flaws. flaws make her seem real and human and challenge the mainstream sentiment that girls are not real or human.
it simply did not occur to me that celebrating these aspects of katara that make her a realistic and well-written teenage girl would spark ire from other adult fans. it absolutely did not occur to me that i would then be blamed for somehow causing misogynistic interpretations of this character, particularly given that misogynistic interpretations of this character are the very thing i sought to correct when i began to blog about this television show.
i’m told there are “fans” on instagram and tiktok who think katara is whiny, annoying, and overly preoccupied with her trauma. i do not use instagram or tiktok, so i wouldn’t know, but i’ll take your word for it. respectfully, however, they didn’t get that from me. misogynistic takes on katara have existed since before i came along. i have never, ever called katara whiny. and seeing as i have been treating my own PTSD in therapy for nine years, you can safely conclude that i don’t think anyone, katara included, is overly preoccupied with their trauma. that’s not a thing. do i think she’s annoying? of course not! as a character, she’s a delight. does she sometimes find real joy in aggravating her brother and her friends? yes, because she’s 14. i, an adult, am not annoyed by her. sokka and toph often are, because that is katara’s goal and katara always succeeds in her goals. she’s not “annoying.” 
if there are “fans” who are indeed following lesbians4sokka and somehow misreading every single post and interpreting them to mean that we hate katara and they should too, i don’t really know what you want me to do about that. l4s has over ten thousand followers and we have already posted so many essays disavowing katara hate. our feminist and antiracist objectives in running the blog are literally pinned with the headline “please read.”
furthermore, you cannot reasonably expect my co-blogger and me to control the way our words will be received. we should not have to, and are not going to, add a disclaimer to every post saying that when we critique or make jokes about a teenage girl we are doing so through a feminist lens. our url is lesbians4sokka, and we are clearly women. if that alone doesn’t make it obvious, then refer back to that pinned post. 
it is indescribably frustrating, and really goddamn depressing as well, that people are so comfortable with the misogynistic binary of Perfect Good Women and Flawed Wicked Bitches that they perceive any discussion of a woman’s flaws to be necessarily relegating her to the latter camp. if that is how you (a generic you) perceive women, then i’m sorry, but you’ve internalized sexism that i cannot cure you of. and it’s unjust to expect my friend and me to write for the lowest common denominator of readers who have not yet had their own feminist awakenings. we do not write picture books for babies. we write for ourselves, and with the expectation that our readers can think critically. reading media through a feminist lens is my primary interest; i have no intention of excising that angle from my writing.
as i go through my life, i am going to embrace the flaws of girls and women because not enough people do. as long as the dominant narratives surrounding women are “good and perfect” and “unlovable wh*re,” you’ll find me highlighting flawed, realistic, righteously angry women in the margins. and for what it’s worth, it’s not just katara. i champion depictions of angry girls in all sorts of media. that’s sort of my whole thing. my favorite movies are part of the angry girl cinematic universe: thoroughbreds, jennifer’s body, hard candy, jojo rabbit, et cetera. on tv, in addition to katara, you’ll find me celebrating tuca and bertie, poppy from mythic quest, tulip and lake from infinity train, korra, and more. i adore all these women and see myself in them. i hope you find this suitably persuasive to establish that i have sufficient Feminist Cred, according to your standards, to observe and write about these very flawed and human fictional women. 
what i’m saying is this: i decline to take responsibility for the misogynistic discourse orbiting a children’s cartoon. as someone who writes about that series from a perspective that seeks to add humanity and nuance to the reductive, one-dimensional, overwhelmingly sexist writing that already exists, i am pretty taken aback that i am the one being blamed for the very problem i sought to address. except not that taken aback because i am a woman online, haha! and this is always how it goes for us. 
finally, i think it sucks that you’ve chosen to blame me for a problem that begins and ends with the patriarchy. i can’t control the way this response will be perceived, just like how i can’t control the way anything will be perceived because i am just one human woman, but i do hope you choose to be reflective, and consider why you’ve chosen this avenue to assign blame. 
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michaelevans27 · 3 years
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I've got to leak somewhere at this point regardless of the vulnerability of the dodgy 1 way mirror that can exist. When you're in a position of trust with another person and depth of entanglement and deliberate growth around and with someone and yet consistently have the vines of life leave the sunlight and spread sidewards and pull the sweet fruits/berries into the shade or start to find this vine you are building with help question where you can flourish and blossom it leaves you with so much uncertainty with what you have left when the growth works to pull apart. Sometimes plants have to be seperated for the benefit of their respective health. Sometimes they take too much of each other's sun or they struggle to work synchronously. Sometimes plants will grow and find themselves tangled again. Vines and gardens and plants all beautiful but all unable to know their own needs. It takes a skilled gardener to know what's best and sometimes even then it's not an absolute.
Humans are not plants, we are far more complicated, we are filled with emotion, judgement, issues and conscious thought. Who are we to know what in the fuck we want? How are we supposed to trust in others when we can't even trust our own opinion or struggle to form one? Whether through my own twisted lense of perception, gaslighting or struggles and moments of first experiences and dealings with the many complications to any moment with many people and feelings and topics all that came to my mind was feeling like a robot like maybe my emotions aren't with as much depth or good enough or come out wrong. Yet without the comparison of the past and the need to be clear and therefore properly understood, with the simple and only requirement being to myself... well it doesn't get easier to know your own thoughts but at least it's clearer the depth and strength of feelings one has. The kind of feelings that make you question what feelings are and how you might interpret them.
The ones that are so fiercely strong that you can't tell if you're angry because you're upset or upset because you're angry, whether you're upset because you're thinking about a happiness or upset because you're thinking about the pain, the kind of feelings that tell you you're an idiot for not protecting yourself sooner while also telling you that you ought to not need to protect and all emotions and thoughts between. They say pain makes you stronger but they fail to ever say how it makes you stronger. How one converts or ignites strength from or through the pain, whether pain is to be replaced or forgotten or constant. At what point do you stick true to who you are or maybe were, possibly either foolishly trusting and quick to do so whimsically or refreshing and positively quick in trusting or maybe even both at once since it comes with benefits and goodness but through enough exposure and unfortunate chance you'll be able to have it taken advantage of.
Are there any right answers in the end? Any correct paths to take? In such a perfectionist world high on emotions low in patience and so particular and picky in tastes will there be any humanity able to step back and be hopeful but not condemnful? Any chance of understanding and fair expectations while not sacrificing oneself and not settling for less than ideal but the composure and treatment one would hope in return in this world? I want to be myself, my ideal self in this world, the young man with dreams to do it all and be around for all, to be interactive and caring and trusting with all as I can be, to do as much as I can with my time and to build a pure family with no distances with energy to spread something further with cosiness and trust and openness I was so ready for all of that, I was so ready I took on more than I could, I rushed about the place, I grew tired and pulled in my sphere expanding from a quiet furnishing floater to much more too quickly. I saw my vision in even the worst of times even with each moment of collapse where it would feel like there was a poisonous atmosphere out to get me, with little mind of my mind but there was always enough to keep me going. Didn't matter whether it was external or internal when it mattered most it was internal, when my mind and opinion wavered on whether my feelings were in need internally if needed I'd smooth over and repair as best I could whether I was reckless and blind excusing the damage or smoothing over without the proper external material or against external or internal counterparts is a matter somewhat. What matters to me the most though is having a hold on understanding, ironic how often it can be to feel misunderstood and to not quite understand the new or unknown around you and yet worst of all not have enough perspective and capacity or perhaps too much of the capacity to think so much and not understand yourself.
So much blabber that might not make sense but ultimately it comes to this, I've felt deeply, and strongly regardless of how many times I've felt empty from depression and of the opinions of others. How do I know I've felt that strongly about something? Well for starters I already knew it in each moment where there was effortlessness and yet knowing the moments that had and would take all the effort which meant so little amounting to effortless when achieved. It was clear in the way I'd feel when things would seem to co-incide literally with moments that would match and I'd tell myself that it's a tie at a level deeper with fate, souls, voodoo whatever shit you can think of that becomes your own metaphor keeping minds and states and moments as one or close to one. It's so much more that told me so much about myself and my insides that it'd be a disservice and silly to bother for many reasons to go on.
The biggest thing that told me about the strength of my feelings and opened the Pandora box and decided to make me feel like I finally understood my robot belief and build the knowledge of not knowing what I know or feel or what to trust even within my feelings as to which is central rather than which is in control, the biggest thing that ripped it all open was playing to my biggest weakness, my desire to help anyone that needs it, especially those important to me. My eagerness to drop everything for now and focus on what matters to me most, being there for someone that I trust and I see as positive as a person who simply feeds that fuel of what's good and feeds into a future I know I can keep working for because those people can show me or make me feel there's a positive world and that I am not fighting against an ocean but a stream wide as you want but never endless. I trusted and eagerly took into place the most important and sacred and meaningful things to me in being there and I always will trust in even people that in now way or form have had a chance to earn it, but yet that trust was broken, it isn't often I let my upset take control of me, I keep my emotions in check as much as I can so I'm not hurting others because you can be upset and share upset without doing harm. The most important thing and pure thing I can ever feel like doing, something I struggled to do in moments that I was never prepared for, something I'd do without even noticing in smaller moments, something I do no matter the distance or the positional issues and yet my trust was taken freely advantageously whether maliciously or not, my feelings plain and simply feeling shit on all the while sharing the best of them freely.
Knowing what you truly are feeling and thinking, wanting or needing is hard enough on a basic unaltered state, figuring it out while having no real trust on your own understanding or trust in your ability to trust alongside the deservedness or maybe the potential usage of that trust is an entire different level. People will do all sorts of things in life and may change who they decide they'll be whether it follows their best version of themself, their best vision for themself or just what they feel they ought to be or can only be. There's no way of ever knowing whether someone is reaching out to you and asking how you are to simply do their part in the world, to spy on you and judge or wonder and simply update their info on you, potentially care about you, keep you at arms length as a controlled growth that's simply a body to have contact upon just due to having been part of their life or hell anything under the sun. There's no knowing if it's in your interest to respond and be accomadating to become the next generic and used person in their life that is simply kept up on tabs to know for the sake of knowing or if you'd be accomadating the a simple position where you'd be simply supplying gratification or comparison to their journey, maybe it's in your best interest to share with them regardless since it's progressive in some way? No idea what way or maybe through accomadating the asking of how you are and asking back it would do some good to them and you or even just good for them and it'd be better to do the non-selfish thing and likely what you'd want being good for them by helping them out by doing so but leaving yourself with no betterment from the exchange maybe even worse off. You're supposed to wish people well if you care about them but if you care about them that much don't you also know that it'll hurt ever knowing that would be a case.
Maybe I'm more emotional than I ever realised or maybe people would call me emotionally immature or say that I'm toxic or selfish to not immediately stray towards the most beneficial befitting accomadation of another but last time I did that it made me feel like an object a used object. When it's constantly on loop and stuck on your mind is their a reason? Is there a purpose or direction the universe is pushing you deliberately with all this stuff all these strong deep entrenched thoughts and feelings never giving any long pause of rest? Is it supposed to be a reason to go against in spite of it and trust and respond and engage or is it to follow and close up to, is it stupid to trust someone without constant proof and effort from them showing trust? Is it supposed to stick around and be the way it is for any connections made? Or is it a shitty curse among a strong memory that keeps so much in long term storage that never let's you forget anything. Am I supposed to avoid or forget about or hate or enjoy or be indifferent of little details that I couldn't forget even if I tried, should I be able to forget details. Thinking about it a robot was never a good representation of myself because it focused on a lack of or a disconnection with emotion, feeling miles away from emotion capable and shared by so many more normal people who fit into society or whatever dodgy society may be around, it didn't focus on the confusion of and difficulty with emotion, it didn't focus on the overly believing attitude the childlike expectancy to things working out no matter what and to everything being possible without any sacrifice, the sensitivity to even some violence and small issues among bigger moments thinking everything can be perfect with some ease the rarer of the idealistic over the top optimism moments. At least a robot can know or think and decide in a certain way. It will always make a decision based off of something and wouldn't be unsure of itself. At the end of the day I don't care about it's label because it's the outside world or the stagger into the dark that'll eventually tell me something about my thoughts even if it never comes or my mind is changed more than once. I do really hope it being the first birthday I'll be so seperate from that it'll somehow be as personal and enjoyable as any before, I wish I could somehow have any factor on it but I also wish I'd stop wishing because there's plenty of reason or stories I'm sure to explain that there's nothing good from such stuff being wished since it's at my own detriment maybe. I think that's enough to look back at and know roughly my own thoughts and hopefully give me some peace on it all for a while. Maybe I'll not have to use this ever again.
P.S Michael you might not even understand half the crap you're writing but at least it's been written also there's a wasp and who cares about readability or thinking more about this until it has a reason to be thought about more with a wasp
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Myers Briggs Cognitive Functions (How To Figure Out Your Myers Briggs Type)
It’s been awhile since I posted on here, but I wanted to post something that would be helpful. Often on the internet I see a lot of misconceptions about the Jungian cognitive functions, so I wanted to try and create more compact summaries of the functions as Jung described them. I’m currently waiting for my WikiHow article on how to figure out your cognitive functions to get approved (if it ever will), so for now I’ll just write out what I wrote for the article here.
I also added some extra notes for beginners on the bottom if you are completely new to typology and confused about what any of this means.
Without further ado, I’ll now get into the summaries.
Introverted Feeling. Jung describes introverted feelers as 'Still waters run deep' type of people. They are quite silent and inaccessible, and can be rather difficult to understand. They often act childishly or banal, and sometimes quite melancholic. They don't tend to shine, and rather keep a type of concealed air about themselves. They don't wish to change others or affect others and don't care to impress. People see them as having a sense of indifference or coldness to their behaviors. They prefer not to be emotional, but their emotions often end up infiltrating their unconscious mind. People may see them and not think that they are feeling, but their feelings are intensive rather than extensive. They develop into their depth. When they try to express sympathy, it often looks like coldness despite their intentions, due to it doing nothing visibly. They may express their aim in inconspicuous ways, preferring to put their passions into things silently. Due to this, this type may often be drawn to the arts. This type of person may particularly draw in extraverted types of people. When they are unhealthy, they may become mischievously cruel or unscrupulous in their ambition.
Extraverted Feeling. Jung describes extraverted feelers as people who follow the guiding lines of their feeling. Their personality often adjusts to external conditions, such as the people that they are talking to. Their feelings correspond with objective situations and generalized values. They often have requirements for the people that they tend to date, and these tend to be things that can be measured on an external level. People who value this function highly often repress their logic to make room for their feelings. This does not mean that this person does not think logically at all, and they could easily think a great deal. They just prefer to use their feelings as a guideline and use their logic to back up what they feel. This type of person would be described in the phrase "I cannot think what I don't feel."  When this individual is unhealthy, they tend to become a servant to their feelings. These people may have the most obsessive and hideous thoughts during this time, which breeds even further doubt in them therefore furthering the control of emotions onto them.
Introverted Thinking. Jung describes introverted thinking types as being influenced by their subjective logical ideas. They will follow their ideas internally, seeking to understand their logic with intensity. This person may have a distinct feeling that they only matter in a negative way. They often will have an indifference to objective sources and prefer to stick to their subjective ideas. With this person, everything about them externally remains concealed. Their judgment appears cold, obstinate, arbitrary, and inconsiderate, simply because they are less interested in the objective reality than the subjective thoughts. Courtesy, amiability, and friendliness may be present in their behaviors, but they often display this with uneasiness. When it comes time for them to transplant their ideas into the world, they merely expose them and are annoyed when their ideas fail to thrive in objective reality. This person often lacks practical ability, and may even have an aversion to practical matters. If in their eyes their idea seems subjectively correct and true, it must also be in practice, and others have to bow to that truth. Hardly will they ever go out of their way to win anyone's appreciation of their ideas, especially if it be anyone of influence. At their unhealthiest, they may allow themselves to be exploited in negative ways if it means that they can continue their internal pursuit of ideas. Their convictions may become rigid and unbending, and they may become incredibly isolated and dependent on their internal world.
Extraverted Thinking. Jung describes extraverted thinkers as people whose constant aim is to bring their total life activities into relation with their intellectual conclusions. These intellectual conclusions are always oriented by objective facts or generally valid ideas. This type of person gives the deciding voice to objective reality, not only to themselves but to people around them as well. They determine good and evil through this measurement, as well as beauty and ugliness. All is right that corresponds with this formula, and all is wrong that contradicts it, and everything that is neutral to it is purely accidental. The person who refuses to obey this law is unreasonable or immoral in their eyes, and without a doubt has no conscience. Purely ethical aims may lead these individuals into critical situations, which sometimes have more than a semblance of being decided by quite other than ethical motives. These people may find themselves in deplorably compromising situations, or in dire need of rescue in this case. Their resolve to save often leads to them employing means which only tend to precipitate what they most desire to avoid. At their unhealthiest points, their desire to advance the salvation of man is so consuming that they will not shrink from any lying and dishonest means in pursuit of their ideal. They may neglect their health in pursuit of their ideals, even neglecting their family or the people that they care about. They may also become incredibly dogmatic, to a rigid extent.
Introverted Sensing. Jung describes introverted sensing as a type characterized by their peculiarities. They are an irrational type, as they are guided simply by what happens to them. They may stand out by the calmness and passivity of their demeanor, or by their rational self-control. They may have an illusory conception of reality, and in the worst-case scenario may even reach a complete inability to discriminate between reality and their subjective perception of reality. Due to their lack of knowledge of objective reality, they can often appear quite strange and odd in character due to their differing perception from objective reality. When others treat them badly, they may prefer to take a position of stubbornness and resistance than to full out aggressiveness. At their unhealthiest, they are incredibly aware of every ambiguous, gloomy, and dangerous possibility in their reality.
Extraverted Sensing. Jung describes extraverted sensing as a type characterized by their attentiveness to reality. Their sense of objective facts is extraordinarily developed. Their life is an accumulation of actual experience with concrete reality. This person does not believe themselves to be subject to sensation. They would actually ridicule that statement as being inconclusive since, from their standpoint, sensation is the concrete manifestation of life. Their aim is concrete enjoyment in objective reality, and their morality is similarly orientated. For in their eyes, true enjoyment has its own special morality, its own moderation and lawfulness, its own unselfishness and devotedness. This person may have little tendency for either reflection or commanding purpose. When they wish to create in objective reality, they do so aiming to fill their senses. They may be incredibly good at putting together aesthetics, or creating great sensational experiences. At their unhealthiest, they become crude pleasure-seekers or unscrupulous hedonists. They don't see reality as a beautiful thing anymore, but rather something to use to solely feed the endless need for new sensations. They may become incredibly jealous individuals running off of high anxiety. They may even turn morbidly primitive, or extremists in behavior.
Introverted Intuition. Jung describes introverted intuition as producing a peculiar type of person. This person may be a mystical dreamer and seer on one hand, and a fantastical crank and artist on the other. There is a general tendency of this type to confine themselves into the perceptive character of intuition. The intensification of their intuition naturally often results in an extraordinary aloofness of the individual from tangible reality, they may even be a complete enigma to their own immediate social circle. If they are an artist, they reveal extraordinary, remote things in their art. Their art may be lovely and grotesque, or whimsical and sublime. They may have visions, where they think to themselves "What does this thought mean for me and the world? What emerges from this vision for me and the world?" The pure intuitive who represses judgment will never meet this question fundamentally, because their only problem is the how of perception. They concern themselves with the meanings of their visions, and troubles less about its further aesthetic possibilities than about the possible moral effects which emerge from its intrinsic significance. At their unhealthiest, they may become quite impulsive, and struggle with unrestraint. They may also have issues talking to people about their visions, as they are often arguments without convincing reason.
Extraverted Intuition. Jung describes extraverted intuition as producing a person who is always aware where possibilities exist. They have a keen nose for things that have a promising future. They can never exist in stable, long-established conditions because they are always looking for new possibilities. Stable conditions often feel suffocating to them. They take on new subjects with extreme enthusiasm and intensity, only to abandon them cold-bloodedly and seemingly out of nowhere. As long as a possibility exists, this person feels bound to it. They have their own characteristic morality, which consists in a loyalty to their intuitive view of things. At their unhealthiest, they may rely entirely upon a perception of chance and possibilities. They may become incredibly attuned to hazards in their life. They may also become a hypochondriac as their fears and phobias increase.
What do I do now?
Order your functions. You will now need to order your functions from most used to least used. You will want to choose one thinking function, one feeling function, one sensing function, and one intuition function. Then order these based on the amount that you use each of them, from most to least.
In Jungian cognitive functions, there is a rule that each function in your stack has an opposite opposing it.
These opposing functions are thinking & feeling and sensing & intuition. Each person will have one of each function, and they can only have two introverted functions and two extraverted functions. You can't have two extraverted opposing functions, nor can you have two introverted opposing functions. You also can't have two extraverted functions paired right next to each other, or two introverted functions paired next to each other.
An example of this would be the function stack of ISTJ: They lead with introverted sensing, then their auxiliary function is extraverted thinking, then their tertiary function is introverted feeling, then finally their inferior function is extraverted intuition.
Another example is the function stack of ENFP. They lead with extraverted intuition, then their auxiliary function is introverted feeling, their tertiary function is extraverted thinking, and their inferior function is introverted sensing.
Remember that lesser valued functions will not be as apparent in your life. A high introverted thinking user may not relate to the extraverted feeling description of preferring emotion over logic, and that is to be expected. The function you value less is often suppressed for the greater function until you learn to use them in harmony.
Know the names of the cognitive functions.
Each function has a name as well as an abbreviation that is commonly used.
Introverted Feeling, also commonly referred to as Fi.
Extroverted Feeling, also commonly referred to as Fe.
Introverted Thinking, also commonly referred to as Ti.
Extroverted Thinking, also commonly referred to as Te.
Introverted Sensing, also commonly referred to as Si.
Extroverted Sensing, also commonly referred to as Se.
Introverted Intuition, also commonly referred to as Ni.
Extroverted Intuition, also commonly referred to as Ne.
The Types:
ISTJ - Si-Te-Fi-Ne
ISFJ - Si-Fe-Ti-Ne
ESTJ - Te-Si-Ne-Fi
ESFJ - Fe-Si-Ne-Ti
ISTP - Ti-Se-Ni-Fe
ISFP - Fi-Se-Ni-Te
ESTP - Se-Ti-Fe-Ni
ESFP - Se-Fi-Te-Ni
INTJ - Ni-Te-Fi-Se
INFJ - Ni-Fe-Ti-Se
ENTJ - Te-Ni-Se-Fi
ENFJ - Fe-Ni-Se-Ti
INTP - Ti-Ne-Si-Fe
INFP - Fi-Ne-Si-Te
ENTP - Ne-Ti-Fe-Si
ENFP - Ne-Fi-Te-Si
Learning how to narrow types. If you find that you have a function stack that is oddly laid out, such as Ni-Ti-Fe-Se, determine the closest likely type. In the case of those functions, the closest match would be INFJ. In the case where you relate to two extraverted functions of opposing function groups, you must determine which of the two you relate to more. For example, if you relate to both Te and Fe, try to narrow down which you think describes you better and choose the introverted function for the other one.
If you need any further help, feel free to shoot me an ask at any time.
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