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So, Valentina doesn't remember Heaven, but she's confident she knows her purpose- which is to protect the timeline. From nuclear war, from the Queen collapsing reality by drilling a hole to hell, from Etienne using his powers to take over the world. That last one has interesting implications. Does Valentina think Etienne's plans would literally lead to everyone's death, or does she just think total subjugation would be as bad as death?
But also, even without remembering Heaven, she's sure she knows why she's here. It's the first thing she says, seconds after being born: "I'm here to save you all." And it's one of the most recent things she's said, as of the end of issue 8: "It's not like that. I just have the mission."
She still hasn't elaborated on why she thinks that. Who decided that was her job? The powers that be up in Heaven, or her? Based on what she says to Eliza, that "your big guy doesn't speak to me," it doesn't seem like she's particularly committed to a belief in God (or at least, not the specific Christian God that Eliza has faith in.) But based on the way she's constantly torn between wanting to protect this world, versus wanting to make a better one, it seems like she has doubts about a mission she's obligated to. Maybe it's her own desires versus someone else's command, although it could also be her emotional impulses versus her rational sense of what's right.
She's torn, I guess, between the "perfection" she describes Heaven as, and the value of "all that truly lives," which is within the timeline. The timeline is "a candle flame", and "sparkling", even though it's her angelic self (and also the "voice of God") that have the shiny-bright white and gold aesthetic.
...maybe this is related, and maybe it isn't- but I think it's interesting how the artistic medium Valentina attaches hard to is music, specifically. The obvious out-of-universe reason is that Kieron Gillen is also really big on music. But in-universe, one possible reading is that music, as a medium, relies particularly hard on pattern and repetition? Like, I'd say it splits the difference between Heaven as "the higher realms of order" and the timeline as a world of change, causality, and living unpredictability.
Valentina's here to save everyone... we'll see if she succeeds.
Pete's Wandering Pronouns are one of my favorite things about his lyrics, the ambiguity of all his antecedents, never really knowing who he's talking about (my absolute favorite being the Disembodied She who sometimes shows up and always seems firmly on the outside of the ungendered relationship he's actually caught up in).
A lot of the time I think the "you" in his lyrics is Patrick, and even he has admitted as much. In fact, it's even, I would say, fairly explicit in a things like the "to you (unfinished, off the top of my head)" poem. And Patrick is definitely in these lyrics, but I actually feel like much of the time this time around, Pete's talking to us. We are the you. He's always done that every once in a while, but this album, more like any other, feels like a conversation he's having with us: Here's where I'm at. How about all of you? How's it going? Are you feeling like this, too?
It makes this album feel super-intimate to me. I just feel like, even more directly than usual, there's no pretension of distance. All of Pete's life he's been sending words out to the world at large, and this just feels like such a conscious return to that LJ style of communication. This isn't just an album about Pete, this is an album about Pete and us. A people person stranded without his people, last night I dreamt I still knew you... What is there between us, if not a little annihilation?
“A veces los mejores pensamientos son aquellos que no tuvieron la oportunidad de poder ser plasmados por tinta y tocar papel para perdurar, sólo se quedaron en un susurro del viento, sumergidos entre pensamientos, nadando entre las profundidades del inconsciente, pudiendo ser soterradas en el olvido.”
penosa ingenuidad
irreversible condena
lascivo designio
tierno diálogo
la dualidad de la
persistencia y el olvido
símbolos y oráculos
componen en la distancia
canciones y plegarias
un cálido espejismo
la simulación de un mito
cada palabra construida
sobre la comisura de tu labio
cada edificio escrito
por la arquitectura de tu cuerpo
cada rito blasfemado
en el eco de tu voz
cada color esculpido
alrededor de la miel
de tus ojos
