Okay, much to reply to, and now that I've had a pot of coffee (I stopped measuring in cups long ago), I'll give it a shot.
Isn't it annoying how easy it is to pick off Horsemen? These dudes are harbingers of DOOM. And all it takes is a little demon blood or hacking off a finger to shuffle them off? Really? I assume Death is going to be hardier, but they should be terrifying, not Monsters of the Week. I've been more scared of haunted houses on this show. Also, I would pay money to have news coverage of a moon cleft in twain integrated into the plot. Seriously.
With that analogy, I'm coming from the idea that God and humans both create because they can. Not because there's any sort of great plan. This dude pulls light from the void, and looks at it, and thinks, Neat trick, that. The next day, he gets a little fancier and puts stuff in the light/void dynamic and thinks, Hey, that's pretty cool too. He keeps just adding and adding until everything's overrun. Then he sits back and watches, not because he has a plan, but because he's curious. Mostly, he just hangs out with a celestial bowl of popcorn, but sometimes he reaches down to tweak something. Think of it like Sims Universe, where you can let everything just go, but it's more fun to prompt your character to sleep with the neighbor.
Similarly, humans first create robots as sort of curiosities--because they can. They make them in their own image (we're talking sci-fi here, not reality) because they relish the idea of being creators and only have one other creator prototype to work from. They infuse them with personalities because it's really weird having something that looks like you but doesn't at least superficially behave like you (God, of course, has given humans the part of himself that is Creator and curious).
Anyway, where I was going with the analogy is that humans and God both create in their own image. And they create in their own image because they can. Creation isn't capital-D Destiny; it's frivolous. God can't figure out why everyone wants him to have this big plan, and humans can't figure out why everyone seems to think they should've seen Cylons coming.
That's the realization Cas would find devastating: there isn't a Plan. There never has been.
Was that coherent? I've been meaning to articulate this for a while, but haven't thought out a logical sequence for it yet. I'm pretty sure there are gaping holes.
In other news, I am already in love with your fic. I grew up a Navy brat, surrounded by people from the Philippines--our Forth of July cookouts consisted of pancit and lumpia and those sugar-coated fried pastry sticks that I can't remember the name for and various fried fruits and vegetables on sticks (I haven't ever gotten over the sweet potato). I've never been there, but it has this strange sort of adopted resonance. Basically, keep home-sue-ing.
I love the idea that God steps into his creation and doesn't do anything; he just sits there and hides. He has nothing. Castiel, for all his feelings of betrayal, has more to show for himself. He has friends, people who care about him and bring him into their circle. His love, while human, flawed, and lonely, is concrete in a way God's can never be. He expects to feel awe, but finds himself instead feeling pity. He understands that God is the only sentience totally without freedom. Trapped for eternity in a prison of his own making.
From there, I don't know. Is your Castiel angry? Or just sad? Or does he understand something new about himself, about the world, that allows him to carry on? I imagine it like that day when you're ten or so and realize that your parents are just regular people. Crushing, but somehow hopeful.
Which is all very serious talk, so I will follow it up with saying that I want to hug your brain. In a non-zombie way. And I have read your last couple of fics but not yet commented on them because I have been running around like a crazy person, but they are awesomesauce and I will get to them, promise.
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Isn't it annoying how easy it is to pick off Horsemen? These dudes are harbingers of DOOM. And all it takes is a little demon blood or hacking off a finger to shuffle them off? Really? I assume Death is going to be hardier, but they should be terrifying, not Monsters of the Week. I've been more scared of haunted houses on this show. Also, I would pay money to have news coverage of a moon cleft in twain integrated into the plot. Seriously.
With that analogy, I'm coming from the idea that God and humans both create because they can. Not because there's any sort of great plan. This dude pulls light from the void, and looks at it, and thinks, Neat trick, that. The next day, he gets a little fancier and puts stuff in the light/void dynamic and thinks, Hey, that's pretty cool too. He keeps just adding and adding until everything's overrun. Then he sits back and watches, not because he has a plan, but because he's curious. Mostly, he just hangs out with a celestial bowl of popcorn, but sometimes he reaches down to tweak something. Think of it like Sims Universe, where you can let everything just go, but it's more fun to prompt your character to sleep with the neighbor.
Similarly, humans first create robots as sort of curiosities--because they can. They make them in their own image (we're talking sci-fi here, not reality) because they relish the idea of being creators and only have one other creator prototype to work from. They infuse them with personalities because it's really weird having something that looks like you but doesn't at least superficially behave like you (God, of course, has given humans the part of himself that is Creator and curious).
Anyway, where I was going with the analogy is that humans and God both create in their own image. And they create in their own image because they can. Creation isn't capital-D Destiny; it's frivolous. God can't figure out why everyone wants him to have this big plan, and humans can't figure out why everyone seems to think they should've seen Cylons coming.
That's the realization Cas would find devastating: there isn't a Plan. There never has been.
Was that coherent? I've been meaning to articulate this for a while, but haven't thought out a logical sequence for it yet. I'm pretty sure there are gaping holes.
In other news, I am already in love with your fic. I grew up a Navy brat, surrounded by people from the Philippines--our Forth of July cookouts consisted of pancit and lumpia and those sugar-coated fried pastry sticks that I can't remember the name for and various fried fruits and vegetables on sticks (I haven't ever gotten over the sweet potato). I've never been there, but it has this strange sort of adopted resonance. Basically, keep home-sue-ing.
I love the idea that God steps into his creation and doesn't do anything; he just sits there and hides. He has nothing. Castiel, for all his feelings of betrayal, has more to show for himself. He has friends, people who care about him and bring him into their circle. His love, while human, flawed, and lonely, is concrete in a way God's can never be. He expects to feel awe, but finds himself instead feeling pity. He understands that God is the only sentience totally without freedom. Trapped for eternity in a prison of his own making.
From there, I don't know. Is your Castiel angry? Or just sad? Or does he understand something new about himself, about the world, that allows him to carry on? I imagine it like that day when you're ten or so and realize that your parents are just regular people. Crushing, but somehow hopeful.
Which is all very serious talk, so I will follow it up with saying that I want to hug your brain. In a non-zombie way. And I have read your last couple of fics but not yet commented on them because I have been running around like a crazy person, but they are awesomesauce and I will get to them, promise.