American Gods 1-A ?

[EL_xWatcher1234x]

Is this a proof of qualitative superiority ?

“Rigged games,” said Shadow, remembering, “are the easiest to beat.” There was no answer. Nothing moved in the shadows.

Shadow said, “Goodbye,” and then he said, “Father.” But by then there was no trace of anybody else in the cavern. Nobody at all. Shadow walked back up to the Seven States Flag Court, but saw nobody, and heard nothing but the crack and whip of the flags in the storm-wind. There were no people with swords at the Thousand-Ton Balanced Rock, no defenders of the Swing A-Long bridge. He was alone.

There was nothing to see. The place was deserted. It was an empty battlefield.

No. Not deserted. Not exactly. This was Rock City. It had been a place of awe and worship for thousands of years; today the millions of tourists who walked through the gardens and swung their way across the Swing-A-Long bridge had the same effect as water turning a million prayer wheels. Reality was thin here. And Shadow knew where the battle must be taking place. With that, he began to walk. He remembered how he had felt on the carousel, tried to feel like that...

He remembered turning the Winnebago, shifting it at right angles to everything. He tried to capture that sensation—And then, easily and perfectly, it happened.
It was like pushing through a membrane, like plunging up from deep water into air. With one step he had moved from the tourist path on the mountain to...

To somewhere real. He was Backstage. He was still on the top of a mountain, that much remained the same. But it was so much more than that. This mountaintop was the quintessence of place, the heart of things as they were. Compared to it, the Lookout Mountain he had left was a painting on a backdrop, or a papier-mâché model seen on a TV screen—merely a representation of the thing, not the thing itself.

This was the true place. AMERICAN GODS P417

The rock walls formed a natural amphitheater. Paths of stone that wound around and across it, forming twisty natural bridges that Eschered through and across the rock walls.

And the sky...

The sky was dark. It was lit, and the world beneath it was illumi-nated by a burning greenish-white streak, brighter than the sun, which forked crazily across the sky from end to end, like a white rip in the darkened sky.

It was lightning, Shadow realized. Lightning held in one frozen moment that stretched into forever. The light it cast was harsh and unforgiving: it washed out faces, hollowed eyes into dark pits.

This was the moment of the storm.

The paradigms were shifting. He could feel it. The old world, a world of infinite vastness and illimitable resources and future, was being confronted by something else—a web of energy, of opinions, of gulfs.

People believe, thought Shadow. It’s what people do. They believe. And then they will not take responsibility for their beliefs; they conjure things, and do not trust the conjurations. People populate the dark-ness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales. People imagine, and people believe: and it is that belief, that rock-solid belief, that makes things happen. AMERICAN GODS P418

 

[VeryGoofyToddler2]

Yeah, I say that's 1-A.

 

[EL_xWatcher1234x]

Yeah, I say that's 1-A.

The Backstage seems like a conceptual place, can gods get CM1 for accessing it ?

 

[VeryGoofyToddler2]

The Backstage seems like a conceptual place, can gods get CM1 for accessing it ?

Probably.

 

[EL_xWatcher1234x]

Probably.

Gods govern the concepts they embody.

 

[EL_xWatcher1234x]

Here's more:

The rock walls formed a natural amphitheater. Paths of stone that wound around and across it, forming twisty natural bridges that Eschered through and across the rock walls.

And the sky...

The sky was dark. It was lit, and the world beneath it was illumi-nated by a burning greenish-white streak, brighter than the sun, which forked crazily across the sky from end to end, like a white rip in the darkened sky.

It was lightning, Shadow realized. Lightning held in one frozen moment that stretched into forever. The light it cast was harsh and unforgiving: it washed out faces, hollowed eyes into dark pits.

This was the moment of the storm.

The paradigms were shifting. He could feel it. The old world, a world of infinite vastness and illimitable resources and future, was being confronted by something else—a web of energy, of opinions, of gulfs.

People believe, thought Shadow. It’s what people do. They believe. And then they will not take responsibility for their beliefs; they conjure things, and do not trust the conjurations. People populate the dark-ness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales. People imagine, and people believe: and it is that belief, that rock-solid belief, that makes things happen. AMERICAN GODS P418

 

[Crabwhale]

I can't really see anything here that provides much proof for the place dipping into anything close to 1-A. At most you can have a vague assertion of "possible" superiority, but I wouldn't say this meets the criteria for anything more.

 

[VeryGoofyToddler2]

I can't really see anything here that provides much proof for the place dipping into anything close to 1-A. At most you can have a vague assertion of "possible" superiority, but I wouldn't say this meets the criteria for anything more.

The place is more real and describing the previous reality as a shadow, as something that is overseen by that higher place. That's 1-A.

 

[Crabwhale]

The place is more real and describing the previous reality as a shadow, as something that is overseen by that higher place.

A more primal, fundamental version of reality does not automatically upgrade itself to 1-A. And notice how this is referring to one specific mountain, not the entirety of reality.

 

[VeryGoofyToddler2]

A more primal, fundamental version of reality does not automatically upgrade itself to 1-A. And notice how this is referring to one specific mountain, not the entirety of reality.

The “more primal, fundamental version of reality” is entirely irrelevant. The more important part is comparing the place that is unnecessarily held by this mountain as less real than what it is. Not to mention, it isn't just a “mountain” given Neil tendency to use literary devices and not direct comparison espeicaly since one of the stories he wrote in DC gave all realms 1-A due to being “actuality above reality, being the real above real” which was tested by Ultima even before his reveison and is one of the most prominent ways to get 1-A in his revision.

This quotes sums it up:

To somewhere real. He was Backstage. He was still on the top of a mountain, that much remained the same. But it was so much more than that. This mountaintop was the quintessence of place, the heart of things as they were. Compared to it, the Lookout Mountain he had left was a painting on a backdrop, or a papier-mâché model seen on a TV screen—merely a representation of the thing, not the thing itself.

Most blatant 1-A statement via R>F.

 

[Awsomeboi19]

Makima is cooked

 

[EL_xWatcher1234x]

Here you go

American Gods: 1-A

Hello everyone The purpose of this thread is to show that the backstage and gods true form are qualitatively superior to the real world. This Q&A might be helpful. Here is what we know about the backstage: “Rigged games,” said Shadow, remembering, “are the easiest to beat.” There was no...

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