Ragne’s Abyss

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Toni Morrison

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  • Three Hares

    Having the sudden urge to research rabbits, I ended up going down a “rabbit hole” (pun wasn’t intended) of the mystery surrounding an ancient symbol. Three Hares, also known as Tinner’s Rabbits, is an ancient visual of three hares attached by the ears running in a circular formation. This symbol has been used in a multitude of churches to symbolize the circle of life—though its true meaning has still yet to be named. There are theories that come about, often pinning it to the religious perspective of life and death, but ultimately, nothing can be proven. After doing some digging, I’ve come to a theory of my own that I’d like to share and suggest you ponder.  

    Map of the Sui Dynasty, China 581 CE-618 CE
    Sui Dynasty Emperor Wen (6th Century China)

    Let’s travel to the origin of this symbol. 6th century in China, in the Buddhist cave temples of Dunhuang, is the oldest date tracking these hares. During the 6th century, China was undergoing a division between the southern and northern regions of China. This part of history is what marked the Sui Dynasty, for General Yang Jian, also known as Emperor Wen, conquered the South of China—binding the two halves together. This was a huge mark in Chinese history because the northern and southern dynasties had been separated for a multitude of different periods lasting up to 169 years. That doesn’t even include the other splits that occurred within this country. Now, with this new union comes the appearance of the Three Hares.

    In order to determine the meaning behind this image, we have to analyze every aspect of the symbol. The first thing you notice when looking at the symbol is, of course, the three hares. The symbolism of the number “three” is normally tied to the idea of harmony. The number, when placed in art and literature, is used as a measure of time; past—present—future, beginning—middle—end, birth—life—death. The use of a hare is intentional as well, being that hares often symbolize prolific fertility, quickness, and innocence. With these two factors in place, I can safely assume that the usage of the three hares is meant to be a message towards the harmony of constant life; essentially meaning the constant production of birth, life, and death. 

    Analyzing the image further, the three hares look to be running in a circular motion. The symbolism of circles is meant to indicate an infinite movement—the motion of repetition. The hares’ ears are all connected, forming a triangle in the center of the image. Triangles are also symbols of harmony and balance due to their three points, connecting themselves back to the symbolism of the number three. Triangles can also refer to higher consciousness and/or inner wisdom. This is also a reason as to why the “third eye” is often seen in the shape of a triangle in art and literature. With the use of three hares running in a circular motion, forming a centered triangle, it can be considered that the symbol is meant to illustrate the prolific flow of birth, life, and death.

    Death and Rebirth in Tibetan Buddhism

    Being that the symbol was found in the Buddhist caves of Dunhuang, China, I would assume the artist followed the philosophy of Buddhism. Karma and rebirth are huge philosophical concepts in Buddhism. The idea is that actions have consequences and you are driven into a constant cycle of birth, death, and rebirth until liberation is reached. When tying this concept to the symbol, I can conclude that Three Hares is meant to signify the never-ending loop of the birth, death, and rebirth of human karma, from which we cannot cease to liberate ourselves due to the prolific desires of the human body, mind, and soul. 

    Map of the Tang Empire, China 618 CE-907 CE

    Now that I’ve come to this conclusion, let’s discuss the Sui Dynasty once again. As stated before, the Sui Dynasty emerged in the same century as this symbol. A theory that I have is that this symbol is religious political art. When using the meaning I concluded for the symbol, the correlation of it with the Sui Dynasty could be seen as an intuition that, though the country has merged, more destruction can soon follow due to the corruption of human nature; China is a country that has seen the constant cycle of birth, death, and rebirth. This theory is further supported by the fact that the Sui Dynasty later fell to ruin in 618 CE during a civil war before Li Yuan founded the Tang Dynasty in 628 CE; this new dynasty was seen as a “golden age” in Chinese history. 

    To conclude, Three Hares or Tinner’s Rabbits is a religious symbol, tied to the inner wisdom of Buddhism, meant to signify the never-ending loop of the birth, death, and rebirth of human karma in which we cannot cease to liberate ourselves due to the prolific desires of the human body, mind, and soul. The symbol stands as a political expression towards China and the Sui dynasty and its constant meeting with destruction and triumph.


  • Silence is mesmerizing

    Silence is mesmerizing. I find myself taking it for granted. It is the moments where I’ve been trapped in noise, and I finally seclude myself from the chaos, where I appreciate silence. In those moments, I think to myself, “I wish my life felt like this”. I wish I felt the indescribable peace that intertwines with me every time I listen to the hum of my AC or the birds chirping outside my window. It’s addictive, like cigarette smoke. I see videos with a “vibe” similar to listening to silence or occasionally dancing to jazz. The aesthetic that’s pinned to the stillness of life doesn’t feel genuine. It leaves me wondering what it actually looks like to live a life in stillness. That’s when my mind wanders to monks or the Catholics that live out in the mountains, praying multiple times a day. I’ll even think about those who live in the countryside or on the Oregon coastline. No matter where I travel, I feel that I won’t be able to attain the silence I’m looking for. Does it come from within? That’s what I assume. You can only live in stillness if you train your mind to function in that way. But when you are conditioned to always be running, it’s hard to stand still. That’s where I am—unable to stop my mind from always thinking and my lips from always talking. I’m like a stream, always flowing and unable to stop unless a drought appears. Is that a similar feeling—to want to stop speaking, enjoy stillness, and not be the one to bring motion? This idea has nothing to do with gracefulness. Yes, I can imagine some would tie it to simply having class and being graceful, as a woman at least. But, I don’t see it as having anything to do with the patriarchal structure of the poor versus the privileged or the system that women are meant to follow. If anything, I see it resembling animal life. The stillness that nature provides in all of its forms. Though animals always have to be wary of their surroundings due to surviving in an unruly environment, there are so many moments of just silence. They don’t listen to music, they move with intention, they eat when needed, and they speak when necessary in the way that they can. Though there are obvious beauties that come with being human, the ability to want rather than just need. Experiencing life in a way no other animal would be able to is a beautiful thing, but so is the beauty of the rawness that comes with nature. It’s hard to simply exist in a culture that is fast-paced. Everything is ever-changing, and there’s the illusion that there’s never any time to rest; that resting will only leave you behind and alienated from reality. There’s always noise—silence is hard to come by. This “yearning” for silence stemmed from a quote I read in one of the many books I start but never finish. The quote says, “blocking out ambient sounds by listening to music—will condition your mind to always search for stimulation”; this is from The Practice of Not Thinking – A Guide to Mindful Thinking by Ryunosuke Koike. It opened my eyes to the fact that I’m always in stimulating situations. There’s constant noise everywhere that I go, and the only times I ever get silence is when I’m alone—completely alone. That also made me realize that I rarely have time when I’m completely alone. Perhaps that’s the only way that I can gain the life of silence, through time alone to sit in stillness.


  • I lowkey hate celebrities

    I feel like the entertainment industry is the dumbest thing to set foot on earth. Yes, I enjoy film, music, and occasionally some sports, but the idea that you can make millions for simply doing a hobby is beyond me. In no world should a basketball player, a man who bounces a ball in a game against other men, be worth a billion dollars. No hate to LeBron James, he is a great player, but all he does is play a game that many children play. That’s like getting paid millions for playing hide-and-go-seek, for being the best hider in every game you play in. I genuinely don’t make sense to me how we got to the point in history where we pay people for playing games or even pretending to be a character. Okay, some skill goes into making music. Yet, the music today is such rubbish that I feel like there’s no skill in it at all. Entertainment has become an easy industry that just allows anyone to step foot inside. Also, the number of people that craze over celebrities is also insane. Why are we screaming and crying over basketball? Grown men crying over a man two-times younger than them playing a sport. TMZ makes a living by placing celebrities on astronomically high pedestals. Why are we following celebrities around and making a big deal over them eating at a restaurant? Who genuinely cares? A ton of people do, that’s the craziest part. I find art to be so important to human nature. It expresses so much that science cannot, and it brings forth curiosity in a person’s soul. But I feel that art has shifted in today’s society to where it’s being taken for granted. Everyone should be able to feel art, but not everyone should be able to become an artist. To be an artist, you have to express yourself in a way that requires skill in a craft. Barely anyone has a skill anymore, and we’re giving fame to people who have no craft. Fame shouldn’t even function the way it does. We should know of your work and enjoy it, but not to the point of crying at your presence. At the end of the day, everyone is just a human. For sports, I truly have no comment on it. I don’t feel like sports should even be paid at the amount they are. I get it, it’s entertainment, but why is Stephen Curry making more than a surgeon? The occupations that bring good to the world make 10x less than the lowest players in the NBA. Bronny James makes more money than a CIA agent, and he isn’t even good at the sport he’s in. I think it’s all dumb, and I feel like that’s why MEGA sport fans always make me cringe. Especially when they’re grown adults with children, selling their entire child’s college fund to buy tickets to every Knicks game. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to realize how unimportant almost everything is in celebrity culture. I feel like that’s why I’ve recently been so adamant on not being a “fan” of any celebrity. Yes, I really enjoy your music or your movies—but you won’t see any posters of you in my room or see me buying any tickets to see you in person. Of course, unless their tickets are like $50, which doesn’t exist for any artist unless they’re just getting themselves out there and no one knows who they are. The number of celebrities that have been outed this year for doing illegal and heinous crimes is insane. It’s almost like they’re human beings who aren’t innocent just because they’re famous. What makes it worse is that the majority of these celebrities are doing crazy stuff because they have a ton of money and the power to do so. That’s a major reason as to why people need to stop glamorizing and worshiping people with status and money. Anyways, that’s my little rant for today. I hope you enjoyed.


  • Wanting to be traditional is performative

    I personally apologize for not posting for so long. I’ve taken a two-month break from writing because I genuinely had no motivation to create. Recently, though, after having a conversation with my boyfriend over a phone call (and after spending quite some time by myself), I’ve come to a better understanding of a revelation I previously had. People always want to categorize themselves. Placing themselves into groups, hoping that they’ll gain more insight into who they are. Being in a group also produces the feeling of community—as if a group of people now welcomes you because you fit their looks. That’s exactly what aesthetics are. The modern term ‘aesthetic’ was meant to be another word to pair with subcultures, but the meaning of aesthetics has completely shifted away from the reason subcultures exist. We are now trying to look the part to feel wanted, rather than embodying who we are and finding the community we want to be in based on our preferences. Just like many of the YouTube video essays suggest, hypocritically, everyone is becoming performative. I say hypocritically because even the videos we see day to day, calling out the performative nature of the internet, are just mimicking another person. It’s all an attempt to fit in, gain status, and make money. I recently watched a video by Lani’s Lens titled, “Y’all Are Weird About Femininity” (I’ll link to her video; I really recommend watching it). She basically talked about how women are enhancing the split between femininity and masculinity to be seen by men. As I was watching the video, I began to realize that many women are feeding into the “personalities” that were created by men in hopes of finding one themselves. I also realized that I’ve fallen into this misogynistic trap myself. Though I find myself venturing out of that realm due to my mind maturing, I have on different occasions bought things that aligned with the aesthetic of ‘femininity’. Rather than embodying who you are, these groups were made in order to create social constructs that restrained women and uplifted men. Due to modernism and the political injustices that have been fought against, women have been able to live lives without the need of a man present. In more recent times, men have grown to feel little due to their need no longer being in place. Women can now do things without a man, so in relationships, it is no longer about what they can provide but rather about whether they are at the same level as the woman in question. With women, in my opinion, exceeding men in the current day, such as women having a higher percentage of attending and graduating college compared to men, the need for men has shrunk. Now, some women can see men as only a source of companionship and a way to obtain children. If you weren’t thinking of it, let me remind you that the mindset I just threw at you is very similar to the mindset the majority of men had at a particular time in history. It’s coming back full circle, and many men hate it. So, with that in mind, it’s interesting to see this “feminine aesthetic” mantra being pushed all across social media. Of course, the aesthetic is being promoted by women so that it’s easier to digest as an individual in the audience. The idea of being “traditional” again is yearned for by many men because that was the era in which they were most powerful. In traditional families, the men are owners of everything, leaving the women absolutely nothing and forcing them to obey their male counterparts to keep themselves alive. Without the man, women would be subjected to absolute poverty of the lowest basket. Why would we want to go back to those times? Social hierarchy—which is why gender stereotypes are being mass-produced into podcasts and short-form videos. This aesthetic is an attempt to reverse all that has been done. Though that sounds dramatic, when looking into the depth of this pink, Pilates, straight hair, submissive, nurturing aesthetic—that’s what it’s aiming towards. In Lanilens’s video, she also mentioned Black women joining the trend that was NEVER made for them in the first place.  I wrote about this in a previous article, how the aesthetic of femininity is solely white. When you search up femininity, white is all you see. You’d have to place keywords like “Black” to see femininity from the “black perspective”. Even then, it still isn’t Black—it’s a white aesthetic placed upon a Black model. The idea that to be feminine is to be traditional is ludicrous. You would think that to be feminine is to be, simply, a female—the biological gender you were born as. If femininity is simply an aesthetic, as it is being deemed and marketed as, to be a traditional housewife that wears pink, acts submissive, drinks matcha, does Pilates, has long hair, and wears “light makeup”, then femininity can be placed upon anybody. Yet, this aesthetic of being that was made to force women into a group below men doesn’t allow anyone else but women, even though it’s an aesthetic. Maybe, and this is just a thought that just came to me, it’s because men don’t want to see other men in the same category as women (aesthetically). After all, they refuse to see their own race as anything lower than what masculinity is deemed to be. That’s just a thought, I feel there is no set answer as to why homophobia exists (other than the collective response of: people don’t like things that are different from their views). No one is born masculine or feminine—if it is taught, then it is not inherent. We need to stray away from the ideals of daintiness being feminine and roughness being masculine. Why are we reverting to the mindset we had before, the mindset that kept women and men segregated from one another and left women with nothing in their hands?

    Link to Lani’s Lens video: 


  • Objects and Women

    A thought has just occurred to me. Why is the feminine body so heavily demonized? A body that is loved and can create life is demonized and made the villain in society. I also don’t understand why a woman loving her body enough to embrace it through clothing is seen as “slutty”. To love your body enough to showcase it is a beautiful thing. Especially in a world where society pins women against each other and forces us to believe that our bodies need to look a certain way in order to be appreciated—or simply looked at. The world is hypocritical. There are beauty standards but the moment a woman meets them, they are shamed for how they look and for who they are. A huge example of this would be the Kardashians. There’s so much hate surrounding them and the majority of the hate is due to their appearance. At the end of the day, they are a group of women who felt they had to succumb to the beauty standards of America in order to obtain the luxuries of life they desired. They too are victims to the hypocrisy of the world. There’s far more words in the English dictionary to describe a “jezebel” rather than a “rake”. I feel that that is no coincidence. Women are seen as diamonds, objects to be praised when they obey the rules and regulations of societal morals. Yet, they’re also seen as the worst of humankind when they fail to fit standards. Regardless of the type of woman, their status and how they gained their status, they are still seen as an object. Whether that object is a trophy to be praised and flaunted or a toy to be played with, we are still objects in the eyes of men and ourselves. It’s so easy to feed into playing the part of the object when we have been organized to do so. We do it unconsciously, some even choose to do it consciously. It’s twisted and unfortunate that even the “purest” woman is still an object, a diamond to be shined and shown to the world; “Look, everyone, at how amazing and great this woman is! She is a treasure amongst women”. It is beautiful to be cherished, but not to the extent of getting new earrings or a new handbag. I, personally, wish to be appreciated. Appreciated for my being, who I am—my good traits and the habits that need work. For, I am human; I’m near imperfect compared to perfection. I think what makes women so beautiful is how alike we are yet so different, along with our difference to men biologically. Disregarding society’s idea of what being a woman is, disregarding the aesthetics of femininity, women are so beautiful due to their biological and psychological make-up. There is no simpler way that I could think of to write that. Women are beautiful creatures, in every form. The fact that we are human is a picture no artist can mimic because it is too beautiful to recreate. I feel that that is enough. The extra layers to beauty only bring forth more confusion rather than clarity.


  • Black Women and Femininity

    A very known phenomenon that I am familiar with is the masculinization of black women. Heavily, they are seen as more aggressive and less feminine, especially when compared to other races of women. I’ve seen this topic discussed numerous times, mainly through short articles or video essays—but there’s a specific trait when it comes to femininity in black women that I haven’t seen mentioned yet. Whenever I search up “girly black girls” on pinterest, I’m met with a slew of pink and highly feminine black women. All of these black women have silk presses or weaves. Their hair is always straight. I have yet to see a black woman that is categorized as “feminine” with an afro or “kinky” hair. Where are the tight curls and the frizzy texture that comes with being a black woman? This has made me realize that amongst the black community, unconsciously, we glamorize and feed into the white idolization of America. We are on a protest to showcase that Black women are feminine but through this protest we are dressing ourselves like the white woman. We have no features but the ones that we cannot change to showcase what it is to be a feminine Black woman. The protest isn’t “black women can be feminine like white women”, it is “Black women are feminine”. One thing that I find to be wrong about a lot of pro-black political campaigns is that we are always putting white people on this imaginary pedestal. We, as a community, are always trying to be just as good as something else. The approach is correct but the mindset is not. Black people, especially women, aren’t just as good as what society wants us to be—we are great, period. We shouldn’t be competing and yet we are stuck in this frame of mind; through politics, through day-to-day. I want to see Black women own categories without dressing like anything other than black.

    This was just a thought I had while scrolling through Pinterest. I felt eager to write about it and share it on the blog. Thank you for reading.


  • Poems: Sheep Coils Submerged in Oils

    07

    My hair, with its sheep coils 

    Submerged in dark oils

    Never to unravel, in its threatening form

    Protecting itself from ivory storms

    My crown, never to be shaken

    My skin, mimicked by surroundings mirrors

    Used by lands beyond my own 

    Soil I had never known

    My nose, oh my nose

    Tainted by the tongue and thrown to the ground

    Oh, how my nose stirs more anger than my crown

    My life, bits and pieces torn off for use

    Used only when needed, never fully worn

    Like a half-top, still showing some skin

    My hair, my crown, my skin, my nose.

    Used only when needed, never fully worn. 


  • Poems: Green fields, wounds unhealed

    05

    The green fields of America leave me stranded

    Chasing after a life I can not manage

    With the aspirations too high to climb

    I’m left in a loop, a circle, a pie

    Of uncertainty of the future to come

    With unfulfilled promises from the ton

    I receive small emoluments 

    From masters who earn the country’s wages

    As the land is embarking on stages

    Stages of torment, destruction, starvation

    Disregarding our proclamation 

    Erasing history and invoking material change

    For their benefit, for their gain

    As we are left searching for scraps 

    In a country that relabels our maps

    Working for the one that controls

    On land, on soil, they stole. 


  • Poems: Nature

    04

    Green stems, brown bark

    Amber hues and fire sparks

    How beautiful nature can be

    Coming in all shades, hues, and colors

    How strong and resilient she is, our mother

    Yellow petals, blue skies

    It’s arctic reflection shown in our eyes

    Red fires, sapphire storms

    It need not to be adorned

    For its beauty speaks for itself

    As you can see often on our shelves

    How beautiful nature can be


  • Poems: Rain, Rain, Don’t go away

    03

    Rain, how gentle you are

    The crystal drops you leave amongst my car

    Tiny gifts that sparkle like stars

    The happiness you bring leaves me drunken

    Far more than any bar

    Oh, how gentle you are

    But how harsh you can be

    With the cold that you bring, leaving me to freeze

    Low temperatures force me to sneeze

    So strong that I no longer feel warmth from my sleeves

    How harsh you can be, my rain

    Our rain

    I hope my words don’t leave you in vain

    For your strident and tender traits bring beauty 

    Beauty that has no choice but to leave a stain

    A stain amongst the brains of those who see you

    You create the new and recover the broken

    Healing what has brittled is your token

    Your gift, your power

    You heal trees and almost every flower

    But even more so, you heal myself

    Every time that I hear you

    You make me anew 

    How harsh you can be

    But how gentle you are

    Rain