Just read the upd8, and this is perhaps one of the most emotional, provocative upd8s I’ve seen in my short time in the fandom. This upd8 is another where the truest meaning and message of Homestuck becomes clear, as only befits the dawning realization of the destiny of the Muse of Space.
Doomed!Calliope is the penultimate example of the realized Muse of Space. She was the one who guided all the events of Act 6 towards herself by merely existing. Everybody wanted to find the god tier Muse of Space, the one being who could possible combat the unstoppable Lord of Time. And they’re right - now that the Muse has found her way to be released from the Furthest Ring, we may be looking at a final confrontation between brother and sister, masculine and feminine, destruction and creation.
But that is only the penultimate example. Second best.
The true ultimate example is Alpha!Calliope. The truest Muse of Space. The one who did nothing. Who was “unimportant”. Who was weak and failed.
And yet, in her weakness, in her failure, she has brought forward cosmic victory for her Aspect, for creation itself.
In Calliope, we see the true meaning of power. Or rather, half of it - as is the case with many things, perhaps all things, there are always two sides of a coin. Caliborn gives us the active version of power - raw, destructive power, the power of a Lord. In him we see everything repulsive and negative. In him we see destruction, hatred, bitter loneliness, and an overwhelming desire to turn the world to ash, dust, and darkness.
But in Calliope, we see the other half. The passive half. She is powerful because she is not. Her “failures” bring success. In her, we see the refined, calm, creative power of a Muse. In her we see everything beautiful and positive. In her we see creation, love, friendship, and an overflowing hope to see the world lit up with joy, peace, and light.
In this ultimate duality, we see yet another incredible piece of literary communique from Hussie. We see that the truest heroes are the ones we never see, never know. We see that ultimate power, as with the humble Page, lies not in being able to do anything, but knowing that you can nothing - in making it so that others can do something. And we see that this ultimate power does not come from darkness and hatred, as many would think - the world seems to be set up to allow the hateful, the violent, the darkness of humanity to reign over us all. So naturally, it seems like to be powerful, one must become hateful, violent, and dark.
But Calliope shows us the truest, purest, most divine, cosmic, and ultimate source of power:
Love. Compassion. Friendship.
God tier! Calliope may be the one to combat Lord English. But it won’t be her victory. Her victory was lost when she killed her brother the first place. Her victory was lost when she became cold, isolated, and ultimately, a detached god with only a grim sense of duty left to guide her. If anything, I would say that doomed!Calliope envies Alpha Calliope - Doomed!Calliope has a purpose, perhaps. But that purpose was chosen for her. She is a weapon, a tool, a means to an end - and when that end is accomplished, she will be no more.
But Calliope gets to choose her own purpose. She has known love and compassion and friendship, she has known things no other cherub has ever had the chance - dare I say, the privilege - of experiencing. She gets to be whatever she wants to be - a storyteller, a guide, a guardian. And perhaps most important to her… a friend. After all, when everything was said and done, who was it standing ready to greet the Muse? The Rogue. Roxy Lalonde, Calliope’s best friend, with the very Ring of Life which will bring her back to life. That is something doomed!Calliope could never have, not without never having known friendship. That is what it means for her to do what her god tier self, for all her power, all her immortality, could never do.
That is what it means to live.
That is one of the highest lessons of Calliope, Muse of Space. That is the lesson of the cherub with no purpose.
Even a lonely ghost in the void can herald the dawn that purges the cold, lonely night.