Me one year ago: ah ok I’ll write my own Jedi code for my ttrpg textor exilium. It can’t be that hard, since the code everyone knows is actually written by Greg Costikyan for the WEG Star Wars rpg
Also me: oh my god. this is going to get torn apart in playtesting
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**There is no order without tension. **
We were taught that the world exists as a series of pressures pushing up against each other. Everybody wants or needs something. When those things contradict each other there is conflict. Order is also desired, but can only be achieved by setting itself against every other desire. Order at large is therefore an illusion. There is only the tension between a desire for order and every other desire.
There is no pattern without threads.
We were taught that the world can be seen as it’s patterns: we want to make sense of why certain things happen the same way in different times and places. We want to see how things work in the big picture. But we warn against acting as though a pattern is not made up of many threads. The pattern is never just a pattern. It is a collection of threads woven to produce something we observe to be a pattern at our discretion.
There is no design without purpose.
We were taught to weave our own clothes and to conjure Soul-Spun Lances at our discretion, and those things emerge aligned to our purpose. The act of modifying and planning and creation of something in a certain way is important to the process of construction, but what is truly important was the purpose that organized all of these things in the first place.
There is no present without release.
This one I have yet to fully understand.
Where there is the weft, the warpers are in turn woven.
We were taught that unlike the metaphor, we are not a being outside the weave that manipulates it at their discretion. We are just as much a part of the weft as we are warpers of it. Any warp that we make to the weave in turn changes us, and accepting this is an important paradigm to a responsible practice of life. If the weft is warped, we are warped alongside it.