I am working under the cloud of a migraine which already gives the world a little acid drop finish, combined with the already complex opening. I hope i'm following this right (cos i had to decide what the first half meant anyway lol, and then, like you (brackets within brackets, doing well here, - i say like you, you did this, I tried :p) wrote the second half in the tone of the first - which I am beginning to suspect is actually not a factor in the judging, but it's fun to do, and getting side tracked here.)
I really like the tunes, Yoh lamenting his last tune, which, I hope I have this, undoes that which was made. Necessity and contingency, the cycle of life and the last measure needed to that to continue. I read the void and the room as planes, the references work well for the many layers read, the cluttered side a possible allusion to the subconscious, or to the levels of existence. Yoh see's it all, you give this creator but not ultimate god being a relatable feeling, creating a sense of compassion for the weight of guiding the hands of fate.
The Theseus's ship, the idea of atoms reformed, if the same atoms, could be the same thing, yet are not, but are they...? Threads so well through this surreal helta-skelter.
Am I right in thinking Yoh free's the beings/forms across the universe, trapped in the unknown jail, although what 'free' and 'jail' may actually mean is left open to interpretation, which is compounded by Yoh's final pondering as to which is better, 'divine' intervention/determinism, or chaos, meaningless disorder from which the created beings can form their own structure. You create a meta level of wondering, where the same principle can be applied to story telling.
But, what really sold me here was this one line
As I am a child of ye, I invoke thine love again
And I gave it another read through, imagining an aide, trying to appear Kayne West's (The great Ye's) child, a very demanding creature who has been raised to believe they exist on another level, and then with the tunes, it just all fits too well. Yep, that's the takeaway i'm going with here. Ye's kid, throwing an almighty tantrum, and no one being brave enough to tell him he is just a kid, and reacting like he is a god. The staff stood at the side of the room half tidied room, anxiously listening to his mumbling, not wanting to draw any attention to themselves and get fired, like brave Ethan, who had dressed up to play into the delusion, but, it wasn't enough.
UwU ~ Thanks for reading and thanks for the compliments! I liked yer Kanye West joke analysis on the end. Guilty as admitted, I was watching some surrealistic content and some included Kanye as this great teacher or aide (of course, ‘twas a joke but still). So I was totally ready for when I saw the only ripped quote in this comment for something crazy and insane. The fault in the joke analysis isn’t a problem with yah but more a problem with how English treated “ye.” Cause “ye” used to be “all of you” then somehow, to English folk alone, an abbreviated form for đe (đe olde pub -> ye olde pub) then finally a word used by Kanye.
Escaping from the joke analysis, the thing I falter with one of your points is that Yoh/Fortuna didn’t lament singing the final tune; Yoh/Fortuna laments not singing it before, in Yoh’s/Fortuna’s words, the Jailors jailed/enslaved themselves from Yoh/Fortuna. (Of course while I would like to bring Simone de Beavoiur and Jean-Paul Sartre to this, probably best to save the existentialists for another day.) Regardless, Yoh/Fortuna cannot see themselves as the trapped one even when all these devices supresses Yoh’s/Fortuna’s abilities to effect the Universe at large. Yah might want to look at Jevil (Chaos! Chaos!) as a reason why.
And there was a reason why I made Yoh call themselves Fortuna and cite being a child of both Order and Chaos. The quote by Seneca: “Luck is what happens when Preparation meets Opportunity.” As Fortuna sees both equally valid yet paradoxical things existing seperately, which eventually forms an antinomy of Chaos and Order. As of which, the citation of being the child of both is that Fortuna resolves this antinomy and brought the two together. Which further, as being the first entity of this resolve, feels difficult calling the shots while letting things slide because all the shots necessary to call were shot already. As the God of Luck (Fortuna), it truly is a difficult job.
Now I brought Theseus’s ship as both a reminder (of the limits of Metaphysics with its vacuum viewing of things and static notion of objects) and an allegorical example. Albeit I abused Theseus’s ship to secretly say that despite changes, Ethan is still the Checker he possesed yet clearly they are more than a possessed checker. For what matters is if the ever-changing thing can properly inherit the title and function of a thing, that’s what made the checker the checker. Sure you had all these base materials, but it was the play-offs the materials that made the checker the checker. To return to something not possessed and real, Theseus’s ship still can be called Theseus’s ship even after the first wave strikes and splinters an itty-bitty wood off its hull. Why? The function still remains and it still inherits the title (reminder that the function depends on the play-offs of the material in an object and their general form). So really, the call to Theseus’s ship was to snark at Metaphysics with an uppercase M.
{In reference to “play-offs” that I mentioned, I cite the line: the Whole is more than the sum of its parts. Because the Whole is not an additive thing, it’s also contains multiplicative things as well. The Whole contains every function of its limbs (the additive parts) but also the play-offs (the multiplicative parts) of the limbs. Take for example the human body: we are all the limbs, heck even all the cells, but we are more than that. We are all the play-offs the cells which form the human limbs but also the play-offs of the limbs and also the mutual aide of the cells that work together to propel the human body forward. Thus, why I simply said play-offs as a mere reference to this whole other philosophical thing... if yah want we can easily extend this to Fortuna being both Chaos and Order and there play-offs. For which, to forcefullt end this, I cite Marx’s third thesis in his Theses of Feuerbach: "The [Metaphysical/Determinist/Pure] materialist doctrine concerning the changing of circumstances and upbringing forgets that circumstances are changed by [humans] and that it is essential to educate the educator himself."}
I could go on, but I heard from me sciency friends that too many cootie-patootie things can kill a person by hnnnging
Wahhh a cootie-patootie attack!
Cute things can cure any migraines/high-stress, I mean why would the internet not have billions of kitty archives?
Kittens are the opium of the people - K. Marx
hahaha!!!