Drinking Without Meeting the Ogre
A Visual Note on Revelation 22 and the Naḷapāna
The video shows a river flowing slowly among ruins.
It is not a
raging river, nor a triumphant one.
It is calm, continuous, indifferent to what surrounds it.
On the left
bank, what remains of a throne: broken, eroded, already forgotten.
On the right, an ambiguous mass of stone, almost a presence: not threatening,
not defeated. Simply there.
Power is
not confronted.
It is not overthrown.
It is not judged.
It is crossed by the flow.
Symbolic Analysis
The river explicitly recalls Revelation 22 https://drive.google.com/file/d/1jpLJNkrHMRiQSxnXCu5-ItchWGSzU06U/view?usp=sharing:
“The river of the water of life, bright as crystal…”
But here
the throne is no longer at the center of the vision.
It does not radiate order, it does not govern the flow.
It is a lateral ruin, a relic of the language of domination.
Specularly, the video recalls the Naḷapāna-Jātaka:
the ogre
who possesses the water is not defeated.
The water is not liberated by force.
Power remains — but becomes superfluous.
The gesture
is not apocalyptic in the sense of catastrophe.
It is apocalyptic in the sense of unveiling:
the world continues when power ceases to be necessary.
Theological and Political Commentary
This image
does not promise redemption.
It does not announce a new kingdom.
It does not invite ascent.
It invites drinking.
Drinking
without possessing.
Drinking without confronting the ogre.
Drinking without founding an alternative order.
It is a profoundly apophatic vision: God is not in the ruined throne, nor in the dark figure, nor in the heroic gesture. If a name is still possible, God is in the flow that does not retain.
In
Cioranian terms, this is not hope.
It is an exit.
Threshold Sentence
Water flows
when power dissolves.
Not because power has been defeated,
but because it is no longer at the center of the gaze.
Revelation 21–22: When Power Is No Longer Needed
The final
vision of Revelation does not show a better-governed world.
It shows a world that no longer needs to be governed.
In
Revelation 21 https://drive.google.com/file/d/1PXR3LNGyoKVawzKFkF09-Hu-RHcGvxal/view?usp=sharing , the language of power dissolves
one element after another:
there is no longer a temple,
no longer a sea as chaos to be dominated,
no longer night to be controlled,
no longer mourning as an instrument of obedience.
The “city”
that descends is not a political capital.
It is a figure of the disarmament of the sacred.
God does not take possession of the world:
“Behold, the dwelling of God is with humans.”
Not above.
Not against.
With.
In
Revelation 22, the decisive symbol is not the throne, but the river.
The text says it clearly: the throne is there, but it does not govern.
From the center does not emanate command, but water.
Power, even when it remains named, has ceased to function as power.
Here the
apocalyptic vision meets the Naḷapāna-Jātaka:
the water is not liberated through battle,
the ogre is not destroyed,
the world is not refounded.
One simply learns to drink without encountering the one who claims to own the source.
The leaves of the tree of life “heal the nations” not because they establish a new order, but because they make the old violence impossible. They do not persuade, redeem, or educate: they disarm.
Thus,
Revelation is not the promise of a future kingdom, but the revelation of a
truth intolerable to every power:
life flows even without it.
The video of the river among ruins does not represent a triumphant end, but the end of the necessity of domination. The throne is already ruin. The ogre is already irrelevant. The water continues.
This is the
closure of the apocalyptic cycle:
not the victory of the righteous,
not the punishment of the guilty,
but the silent exit from the game.
And time, finally, ceases to command.
From the Woman to the River
Rev 12 ↔ Rev 22: An Apocalypse That Remains Open
Revelation
does not begin with peace.
It begins with a birth under threat.
In Revelation 12 https://drive.google.com/file/d/1c-4uW9I7b9jv8s3WS_Ykq6SHiYJG_6xl/view?usp=sharing, a Woman gives birth in pain while a Dragon waits to devour. Heaven itself is crossed by war. Time is urgency, history is conflict, salvation is flight.
The Child is taken away, the Woman flees into the desert, the Dragon falls but does not disappear.
Revelation is born here: not as the end of the world, but as the unveiling of its violent structure. Power is not yet defeated, only displaced. History continues.
At the end, in Revelation 22, the scene is unrecognizable.
There is no
longer battle.
There is no longer flight.
There is no longer urgency.
At the center there is not a victory, but a river.
The water of life flows clear. The text still names a throne, but it no longer governs: it issues no decrees, it no longer organizes time. From that center flows not command, but water. Power remains as an emptied word, not as an active force.
Between Revelation 12 and Revelation 22 there is no military triumph, but a transformation of the gaze. Evil is not eliminated as an external object; it simply ceases to be the principle that organizes reality.
Here Revelation meets the apophatic path and the wisdom of the Jātakas. As in the Naḷapāna, the water is not liberated by destroying the one who possesses it. The ogre is not defeated. The Dragon is not pursued beyond the last page.
They become irrelevant.
The leaves of the tree of life heal the nations not because they establish a new order, but because they disarm the logic of violence. They do not convert, redeem, or educate. They make domination impossible.
For this reason, Revelation does not close.
It does not
promise a final kingdom.
It does not seal time.
It remains open like a river that continues to flow.
The reader is not called to win, nor to take sides, nor to sacrifice themselves.
They are called to exit:
from war as
a form of meaning,
from heroism as spiritual destiny,
from hope that justifies power.
Between the
Woman and the River there is no solution.
There is a passage.
Every time
someone chooses flow over throne,
every time one drinks without meeting the ogre,
Revelation begins again.
And it remains, stubbornly, open.
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