• AnonymousSo, I was wondering... if rebirth after death is a thing in the avatarverse (see the Avatar) and you can choose a sort of afterlife by leaving your physical body behind to die and becoming a spirit in the spirit world (Uncle Iroh)... what would happen if the Avatar did what Iroh did? Would the Avatar cycle be done for? Maybe that's what the Red Lotus wants with Korra? "The Void" sounds like spirit stuff and it would fit with the Guru Laghima quotes, right? What do you think?
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    Within the Avatarverse, there are different levels of self that are important to distinguish in order to understand the concept of spirits and reincarnation cycle.

    A soul is a being’s existential core, the unit that’s tied to life and the cycle of reincarnation. When Korra used spiritbending on UnaVaatu, she destroyed Unalaq’s soul, removing him from the reincarnation cycle for all time. A spirit is an individual’s very essence, a part that’s unique to themselves and can be sent to the Spirit World. Avatars are able to connect their spirit with the spirits of their past lives by using Raava as a conduit. Think of it as a single flame lighting multiple candles; the spirit is each individual fire, while the soul is fire itself. The flame on each candle is the same as every other fire, yet still separate and unique.

    Iroh didn’t enter the Spirit World in the same way those stuck in the Fog of Lost Souls did; rather, he essentially reached the Avatar equivalent of Nirvana, becoming an enlightened being who transferred his essence into a spiritual form. The Painted Lady was another individual to achieve enlightenment, and she became a bodhisattva-esque figure for the village she watched over in life. Compare this to Avatar Kuruk, who entered the Spirit World to find Umi and defeat Koh, and supposedly stayed there for centuries even as the Avatar Cycle continued as usual.

    The implication is that the Avatar cannot reach enlightenment, because their duty to the world means they must remain tied to the cycle of reincarnation. Yangchen has stated the Avatar has to give up their spiritual needs for the needs of the people they serve; they ultimately must remain attached to life, humanity, existence. This is both a noble sacrifice and a curse, depending on your point of view.

    I don’t think you’re too far off about the meaning of the void. Buddhist concepts of “the void" (śūnyatā) hold it to be a meditative and philosophical view of detachment from existence. Quotes from Guru Laghima that Zaheer has dropped throughout the season reflect many of the ideas inherent to this concept. “Instinct is a lie, told by a fearful body hoping to be wrong,” is the recognition of a non-objective existence and reality; “let go your earthly tether, enter the void, empty, and become wind,” speaks of a state of spiritual detachment and separation from meaning; “new growth cannot exist without first the destruction of the old,” once more implies an ever-changing existence of both positives and negatives.

    Voidness is often mistaken for a form of nihilism; I might be recalling this wrong, but I believe Nietzsche has been referred to as the European Buddha for this very reason. This, however, is a misread of the philosophy; nihilism draws from the idea nothing has meaning, while voidness states that meaning is entirely relative. Bobbityhobbity has written a fan-freaking-tastic post about Zaheer’s apparent adherence to nihilism, and I think this is generally consistent with what we know about Zaheer’s philosophies. He takes elements of Guru Laghima’s teachings and discards many of their applications in airbender life, revering traditional airbending as an art form yet disregarding the Air Nomad’s vow to pacifism.

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Wait… What?! No! I never said that!

Guru Laghima, an airbender (via thenicinthenorth)
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Exile (Jon Snow)

Sometimes I feel like if I woke up on the other side
No one would notice the change in the body I left behind
At least not until nature made my departure obvious.
Funny how it would take decay to give new life to others interest in you.
How no one cares about your absence until it offends their way of life
How you can go invisible in a crowd of your peers and never stand out until there’s no going back
I’m not perfect.
Never put much faith in chasing an ideal that’s usually relative
Never put much trust in others who claim to relate but only exist in the superficial
Never been able to reconcile the idea of love with flesh and blood individuals who will take both from you without thinking until you have none left to offer.
I’m not a saint.
I’ve done more harm than good just in trying to do right
I’ve killed more than enough dreams attached to my potential in the hearts and minds of those who claim familiar ties
I’ve slaughtered the characters of those I love in the same breath that I sought to build on them, word to George R. R
But it’s not until the changing of seasons that you really get to realize how cold it can be when the ones you plan with make provisions without you in mind.
If I was more of a man than a child playing at growth, I’d end my embarrassment here.
If I was more of a man than a coward I’d tell you face to face how I feel every time I’m reduced to another number in the group
If I was more of a man than a boy I’d know how to use these words to do more than destroy and sew destruction
But I’m just a kid, wearing hand me down trouble tailor fit for my last name and calls it manhood.
Calls it maturity.
Calls it experience.
Calls it anything but blindly walking into a war zone unarmed and unprotected but has the nerve to get offended when wounded.
I’m my father’s son. But even the most noble monsters pay their dues.
I’m my mother’s will and testament but I wish that she wasn’t the only good in me.
I’m a mistake who breathes the same air as those with a purpose for respiration, hoping they never check for a lack of identity.
I wonder if they’ll bury me in an unmarked grave known only to my demons
Lamented only by the daggers that put me there
Mourned only by the arrows that missed their mark
Or maybe my words have already carved out the only epitaph I’ll ever deserve.

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  • #thoughts at 3am #poetry #my-poetry #my-writing #depression #spilled ink #jon snow #exile
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