void and liminal space
What’s fun about Homestuck, to me, is that it’s a narrative playground, less character-driven in the classic sense and more “hey let’s throw all these archetypes and see what happens”.
The logic here is similar to that what we can find in the comedia dell’arte: everyone plays a role which guides them through the narrative. But there’s a certain leeway with personal characteristics that makes them unique in their own universe, even if on the grand scale of theatre they still align with what’s “expected” of them.
And so, an arlecchino is an arlecchino. Even if its dialogue changes from play to play, as long as it maintains its own mask, the public will recognize them.
In this same thesis, I would say that classpects act as the determined mask of each character. It shapes them as much as it is a natural projection of their own self. It is a self-fulfilling prophecy, an Ouroboros of its own nature.
On canon we are told void players are
(...)the universe’s secret-keepers. The unknown doesn’t scare them-where others might see emptiness, they see potential. A blank page, an empty canvas, that’s what the Void-bound live for. They value mystery and the unexplained, and are not particularly bothered by not having all the answers. Where others might be compelled to go out and seek answers, the Void-bound lean more toward casting doubt on what is already considered fully understood. They don’t take much on faith and would rather live in a state of confusion than believe something that might be untrue or bow to intellectual authority. After all, in order for something new to be built, the old, rotting foundation must often be razed. At their best, Void-bound are wise, intuitive, and vibrant. At their worst they can be dismissive, indecisive, and apathetic.
How fruitful and bountiful the Void can be as an aspect and concept. It's not the presence of something quantifiable at first glance as one would think with the Life aspect, but more so the promise of it. The void is the threshold between fullness and nothing, between loud day and quiet night. It's not denying, but it is neither acceptance. Is in this play that Roxy represents liminality on the same form that does the Gnostic Sophia, who existed in the state between what was and what is. They are both the manifestation of the pregnant pause of the spoken being given form.
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