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It would explain him controlling the ravenger costume, it would explain him possessing King Ren, it would explain Mayor Scar

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Perhaps the themes of Steven universe are not meant to be interpreted as a simple moral message through the lens of cleanly defined relationships

Maybe it means lots of things.

My time on tumblr has taught me that everyone needs to hear something different, and the ability to tolerate uncertainty in your own writing has more value than relentlessly drilling a single meaning into the audience's skull.

Maybe ambiguity isn't either deep or bad, maybe we're just afraid of it. Maybe we're afraid of our own anxiety about not really knowing another person. Maybe we're afraid that we can't be loved unless other people know everything about who we are and what we believe in because the world is scary and full of terfs and fascists and predators and we want them all to die. Maybe it scares us to be doubted for even a second in a world full of ears and eyes watching us with furrowed brows and clenched teeth.

We all need someone, but maybe I don't need you. Maybe you don't need me. Maybe, even though we all need someone, we also don't need anyone.

Is that scary? To need but to not be needed? To find, at the end of the day, that everything we believe in, at the most basic possible level, is nothing but noise to someone else?

It is to me.

Then again, maybe it doesn't need to be. Maybe the creature I call a self, the faceless thoughtless unconscious mind from which my myriad facets are born, can't be justified or even explained but simply is, and I cannot separate it from me.

Or maybe it can. Maybe my waking mind, the me i believe in and continuously experience, is the result of a choice i didn't make and had no influence over. I don't know.

Maybe it's not the same for everyone.

Does that scare you?

It scares me, a little, that idea that we could be different in such a fundamental way and yet get along so well we'd never even know, because we lived the same life and watched the same shows and loved the same people. That we could be the same in such a fundamental way and yet hate each other so much we'd never even know, because we lived such different lives and watched different shows and loved different people.