That brings to mind the proverb of a ship whose captain, Theseus, had his tissue replaced bit by bit until non of the original tissue remained. Philosophers debate whether the Theseus of the ship at the voyage’s end was the same captain that began the journey.
All “sameness” is an illusion. Even the most inert seeming part of totality changes constantly, even if senses do not detect this. Everything is what it is, and paradoxes are an artifact of language, not of reality.
Joubes, Regional Manager at the Bank of the Grand Dragon
If you think about it, is the original, unmodified self the truest form, or is it the realization of one’s full potential? One of the brilliant sculptors whom I keep in my artist-closet for special occasions once said, “The statue is already there in the slab of marble; I merely use my tools to bring it out. Now please let me out of here!” I still don’t know what that last part meant, but I think it’s a very poignant observation.
For instance, the human of soft flesh and putrescent water-based blood which I was born, today I do not even recognize as myself. But by replacing my blood with molten gold and my skin with bio-marble, I have become far more valuable and gorgeous. I do not miss a single one of my disgusting original organs, because my current ones are not only higher-class, but they are the end-result of my achievements in wealth.
Have you noticed the parallels of the different Demiurges? The Dragon and Mother Om, Solomon and Gog, Incubus and Allison. Jadis seems to be the tranquil calm to the Red King’s raging inferno, which in a way makes her even more dangerous. Fear the Tyrant who rules with smiles and pleasantries.
I’ve lifted things you people wouldn’t believe. Squatted demons on the shoulder of an angel… I benched Incubus in the dark near the Magus Gate. All those gains will be lost in time, like tears in the rain. Time to cry.
Alison is alive this is very good, either she is healed from what we have seen and her body has greatly atrophied or this is a no
Mindscape or dream sequence, neither of those are very good. More likely than not Big J has been turning worlds to ash and men into corpses while our heroine has been healing, this is good or bad depending on your stance.
What words can compare The Pains of The Flesh to the Pains of The Spirit? What words can describe, in a way that flesh can abide, the pain of a broken heart, the wound of a sundered spirit, the aching of love lost? Pain. The pain is gone. Yet the agony, remains. It courses in the veins, it throbs with the beating heart, it bleeds like an open wound. Like an invisible knife striking at the breast, sinking into warm flesh. No agony of the body can describe, the terrible torment of grief from a soul torn asunder.
The wheel ever spins and it’s mark is that of justice, in justice comes sacrifice, and following sacrifice is death, remember always that in death there is rebirth, and with rebirth the next step to Royalty is taken
All your tissue? Skin tissue… muscle tissue? All tissue?
How many parts can be replaced until you’re something new?
That brings to mind the proverb of a ship whose captain, Theseus, had his tissue replaced bit by bit until non of the original tissue remained. Philosophers debate whether the Theseus of the ship at the voyage’s end was the same captain that began the journey.
All “sameness” is an illusion. Even the most inert seeming part of totality changes constantly, even if senses do not detect this. Everything is what it is, and paradoxes are an artifact of language, not of reality.
If you think about it, is the original, unmodified self the truest form, or is it the realization of one’s full potential? One of the brilliant sculptors whom I keep in my artist-closet for special occasions once said, “The statue is already there in the slab of marble; I merely use my tools to bring it out. Now please let me out of here!” I still don’t know what that last part meant, but I think it’s a very poignant observation.
For instance, the human of soft flesh and putrescent water-based blood which I was born, today I do not even recognize as myself. But by replacing my blood with molten gold and my skin with bio-marble, I have become far more valuable and gorgeous. I do not miss a single one of my disgusting original organs, because my current ones are not only higher-class, but they are the end-result of my achievements in wealth.
It was so kind of jadis to invite allison to her minecraft server
Reach the End through violence.
Dr. Jadis, MD
She’s smiling because of the monstrous medical bill she’s about to drop on Allison’s now skeletal ass
Suddenly I respect Jadis a great deal more
Is anyone else noticing the last 2 panel’s text? I don’t think Allison’s internal monologue is very mentally healthy atm
Your mistake is in thinking the monologue belongs to Allison…
Have you noticed the parallels of the different Demiurges? The Dragon and Mother Om, Solomon and Gog, Incubus and Allison. Jadis seems to be the tranquil calm to the Red King’s raging inferno, which in a way makes her even more dangerous. Fear the Tyrant who rules with smiles and pleasantries.
“Given time”… How much time?
Oh, so, it’s kinda the start of Mass Effect 2, but… calmer?
Wasn’t it said, a long time back, that Jadis was searching for a way to die? She looks a whole lot less dead now than a couple chapters ago.
I think this is some sort of spiritual/mental world maybe…
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All those gains…like tears in the rain.
I’ve lifted things you people wouldn’t believe. Squatted demons on the shoulder of an angel… I benched Incubus in the dark near the Magus Gate. All those gains will be lost in time, like tears in the rain. Time to cry.
I don’t like that
Alison is alive this is very good, either she is healed from what we have seen and her body has greatly atrophied or this is a no
Mindscape or dream sequence, neither of those are very good. More likely than not Big J has been turning worlds to ash and men into corpses while our heroine has been healing, this is good or bad depending on your stance.
What words can compare The Pains of The Flesh to the Pains of The Spirit? What words can describe, in a way that flesh can abide, the pain of a broken heart, the wound of a sundered spirit, the aching of love lost? Pain. The pain is gone. Yet the agony, remains. It courses in the veins, it throbs with the beating heart, it bleeds like an open wound. Like an invisible knife striking at the breast, sinking into warm flesh. No agony of the body can describe, the terrible torment of grief from a soul torn asunder.
Is it me or Jadis is the one talking in the alt text???
huh, cool, and now we know Jadis
The wheel ever spins and it’s mark is that of justice, in justice comes sacrifice, and following sacrifice is death, remember always that in death there is rebirth, and with rebirth the next step to Royalty is taken