A traveler asked the Ashkaari: "What was your vision of our purpose?"
The Great Ashkaari replied: "I will tell you a story."A vast granite statue stands on an island, holding back the sea.
The heavens crown its brow. It sees to the edge of the world.
The sea drowns its feet with every tide.
The heavens turn overhead, light and dark. The tide rises to devour the earth, and falls back.
The sun and the stars fall to the sea one by one in their turn, only to rise again.
The tide rises, the tide falls, but the sea is changeless.
Struggle is an illusion. There is nothing to struggle against.
The deception flows deeper. The statue resists the ebb and flow of the sea,
And is whittled away with each wave.
It protests the setting sun, and its face is burned looking upon it. It does not know itself.
Stubbornly, it resists wisdom and is transformed.
If you love purpose, fall into the tide. Let it carry you.
Do not fear the dark. The sun and the stars will return to guide you.
You have seen the greatest kings build monuments to their glory
Only to have them crumble and fade.
How much greater is the world than their glory?
The purpose of the world renews itself with each season. Each change only marks
A part of the greater whole.
The sea and the sky themselves:
Nothing special. Only pieces.
—Tome of Koslun, the Soul Canto
GENERAL THOUGHTS:
- If we're going back to Jesus Stuff, this very much feels like one of his parable stories. Not that I've ever read one. Can I get some actual Christians in the house? (I don't think it's written with these Christian influences for any deep meaningful reason beyond the fact that Most Of The Writers Are Christian.)
- So, this being the Soul Canto means it's specifically for the priestly class of the Qun, as guidance and warning and all the other fun culty bits we get into with this shit.
Struggle is an illusion. There is nothing to struggle against.
This is a Qunari proverb that's used not fucking infrequently over the games. Fucking Fenris says it once. He probably definitely hasn't read Koslun, he probably picked it up by osmosis, which just lends to how often it gets thrown around
You have seen the greatest kings build monuments to their glory
Only to have them crumble and fade.
How much greater is the world than their glory?
WHAT UP OZYMANDIAS
POETRY BREAKDOWN(tho its really more prose)
A vast granite statue stands on an island, holding back the sea.
The heavens crown its brow. It sees to the edge of the world.
→But seriously folks, Ozymandias. I like the idea that they're using the futility of historicity in the original poem to instead feed a collectivist ideology. Those dovetail really well but I hadn't thought of it before now. Also, like, didn't Marx say history is ending? I can definitely see the Qun being into that concept, if only for crowd control.
The sea drowns its feet with every tide.
→The second most common metaphor after desert metaphors is ocean metaphors, which makes a tad more sense since Par Vollen is an island and the Qunari are really good at boats.
The heavens turn overhead, light and dark. The tide rises to devour the earth, and falls back.
The sun and the stars fall to the sea one by one in their turn, only to rise again.
The tide rises, the tide falls, but the sea is changeless.
→Resistence is futile, etc. But furthermore, with this anti-historical mindset, I can see this as a metaphor for... who cares about building monuments for time, live in the now, work in the now,
don't think about legacy.
Since the 'soul' of the Qun, the priest and scholar class, are in charge of deciding who breeds who and when, and being
visible leaders, warning them against the vanity of remembrance is critical.
Remember, you can only be proclaimed a truly important person to the Qun until
after death. Because someone of singular importance, or a legacy, is an individual, not a grain of sand in the desert.
The deception flows deeper. The statue resists the ebb and flow of the sea,
And is whittled away with each wave.
It protests the setting sun, and its face is burned looking upon it. It does not know itself.
Stubbornly, it resists wisdom and is transformed.
→You can fight against it and try to be singularly magnificent, but all in all you're just another brick in the wall, man.
If you love purpose, fall into the tide. Let it carry you.
→So, speaking of ocean metaphors, the tide is generally a metaphor for the world / life. Which is a metaphor for the Qun.
In short,
go with the flow.
Do not fear the dark. The sun and the stars will return to guide you.
→A similar refrain to the
Body Canto.
You have seen the greatest kings build monuments to their glory
Only to have them crumble and fade.
How much greater is the world than their glory?
→I'm glad the dystopian collectivist nightmare is anti-monarchy!
But yeah, another 'singular glory is unimportant' refrain, except this time it leans
hard on the 'so how does all this great glory and shit help the whole?' How does it help the world? How does it help everyone else?
And they're right, it doesn't. They go to extreme extremes to fix the problem, but the Qun is basically what the alt-right thinks democratic socialism is, so yk.
The purpose of the world renews itself with each season. Each change only marks
A part of the greater whole.
→Things might seem bad, but have you considered: shut the fuck up and do your job.
The sea and the sky themselves:
Nothing special. Only pieces.
→God this is such an ode to anti-individualism.
FINAL THOUGHTSIf this is a parable to the priests and scholars of the Qun, it's got one big fucking message all in front, and that's YOU AIN'T SHIT. The leader of the 'soul' of the Qunari is the Ariqun, and they and those who work under them are tasked directly with steering the ship of the Qun, so to speak. They decide how to interpret the tomes, who breeds the next generation, when and how; they're the fucking government.
And the lesson the tome of fucking Koslun really wants to tell these people is, essentially, that seeking personal glory for their efforts is
absolute fucking poison. Don't be proud of your work. Don't try to be better than everyone else. Don't get competitive. Don't be an individual. Serve the whole. Do the best that you can do, and don't do
anything out of personal glory.
If the central message of the Body Canto is the death of individualism, the central message of the Soul Canto is the extreme danger of self-adulation.