But it was a question he was plagued with. He feels a difference between the gods as Ryuji understands them and the ones that he had seen. The minor gods, beast lords of the forest, had been manifestations of the nobility and savagery of the wilds. He need only remember his conversations with Noro on the peak that acted as the wolf clan's den to think of that. The gods were not like men. Their actions, whether in mercy or devastation, were unrestrained by earthly morality. They were like a storm. The storm did not sin in sinking a ship at sea, leaving scores to drown. The river did not sin when the raging waters rose suddenly and swept an entire village away. Nature simply was, it simply did. So did the gods, living fragments of that essence.
The Great Forest Spirit was, of course, different. Ashitaka had been transfixed the first time he had glimpsed it, knowing intrinsically that it would be tied up in the mess that he had found himself in. It was a being of deep and profound power. He had already subjected himself to its judgment, albeit unwittingly, as San had offered him on the banks of the innermost forest. The Spirit had healed his mortal gunshot wound, but it had left him with Nago's curse. What, then, did that mean?
He still didn't understand.]
We must merely make sure we do more good than bad in this world, regardless of what time or place we find ourselves. Anything beyond that does not seem to be within our power.
[With the mystery to lifting his curse still up in the air, he still doesn't know the answer to that question.]
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But it was a question he was plagued with. He feels a difference between the gods as Ryuji understands them and the ones that he had seen. The minor gods, beast lords of the forest, had been manifestations of the nobility and savagery of the wilds. He need only remember his conversations with Noro on the peak that acted as the wolf clan's den to think of that. The gods were not like men. Their actions, whether in mercy or devastation, were unrestrained by earthly morality. They were like a storm. The storm did not sin in sinking a ship at sea, leaving scores to drown. The river did not sin when the raging waters rose suddenly and swept an entire village away. Nature simply was, it simply did. So did the gods, living fragments of that essence.
The Great Forest Spirit was, of course, different. Ashitaka had been transfixed the first time he had glimpsed it, knowing intrinsically that it would be tied up in the mess that he had found himself in. It was a being of deep and profound power. He had already subjected himself to its judgment, albeit unwittingly, as San had offered him on the banks of the innermost forest. The Spirit had healed his mortal gunshot wound, but it had left him with Nago's curse. What, then, did that mean?
He still didn't understand.]
We must merely make sure we do more good than bad in this world, regardless of what time or place we find ourselves.
Anything beyond that does not seem to be within our power.
[With the mystery to lifting his curse still up in the air, he still doesn't know the answer to that question.]