I loved the part where Jynx said “Oh the misery, every single person is my enemy.”

Ok then maybe I have to spell it out for you Plot in Season 1 = Two sisters through life hardships are separated and end up on different sides of an ongoing cultural turf war between Piltover and Zaun Plot in Season 2 = In order to save Piltover, a scientist travels to the future and has a omniscient vision of his friend who had traveled through several dimensions in order to give different Arcane runes to his scientist friend, in order to convince his past self in each separate dimension to release the Souls Entities of everyone in Piltover so they can be cured of their diseases... also the two sisters' father comes back from the dead as a werewolf

It wasnt perfect BUT far from "sucking" I loved it And just look how hard the team behind Arcane is working Its disrespectful to say it "sucked" and had "Bad writing"

In S2 we rarely know why any characters are doing anything. They can act like completely different people from one scene to the next, and all we can do is guess at what might have happened to change them so drastically. We rarely know what the characters know, what their current plan is, what conversations they've had offscreen, or even how much time has passed between scenes. We're missing all the key information the writers are supposed to convey to the audience so we can follow what's happening and know what's at stake. It is not the audience's job to speculate and try to fill in the blanks, at that point we're doing the writer's job for them. Outside of certain genres like mystery or cosmic horror, confusion is something the audience should not be feeling. If you actually try to understand why these characters are doing things, then you're going to start off confused and at a certain point you'll just stop trying to understand anything because it's hopeless. But if all you want is bright colors and stylish fight scenes then you may be entertained.

Some projects are different. You work alone, make some changes when you’re inspired, and then don’t touch it again for another year, or two, or three. You can’t run something like that as a warm-blooded project. There’s not enough activity to keep the temperature up. A cold-blooded project is like the baby painted turtle. You can freeze it for a year and then pick it back up right where you left off.

I'd be willing to be bet that this God is still a child of its species.

I often come out of a nitrous trip (while on psychedelics) feeling like most things if not all are predestined and therefore I should just “enjoy the ride.” I also get the repeated message that I am in a sort of game or challenge, I think “I am something that is designed to try to get better and better at figuring out what it is.”

I’ll get the feeling that a song I’m listening to is doing exactly what it’s supposed to at that moment. I did 2cb & nitrous with a friend one time and he said “I just got this feeling like you and I had done that same thing the same way an infinite number of times and it always played out like that.”

Yes, what you’re describing I now know as the cosmic joke. Nitrous for me is like a shortcut to ego death, exactly as you described it. Absolute understanding, and as soon as I come back all I can conjure up is “infinite” or “it’s all the same”. It feels like it’s trolling you because for a moment you truly understand how utterly meaningless everything you’ve experienced in your life is, you dip back into the infinite. And as soon as you remember yourself, your ego, that feeling/knowledge is tantalisingly out of reach. The joke is that you are the answer you’ve been seeking the whole time, the understanding you feel for that moment is always inside you, because it is all just you.

You saw the punch line to the cosmic joke. But for the joke to work, you have to forget it when you return

I think I remember the punchline. It's more of a feeling that I can only describe as undescribable. "It's not X" until you've run out of things it isn't. It's the absolute philosophical nothingness that cannot physically exist, because once it does exist it becomes something.

You find out all the answers to the universe, realize you can't actually make sense of it in your human conscience, and then slowly come back to reality laughing your ass off that you finally have the answers but can't remember them or bring them back. It's a wild experience and the only truly "religious" experience I think I've ever had.

They just make you stupid. There's no epiphany, your mind is just absolutely blown by the fact that "wood can be a colour other than brown." When you come to, it doesn't make sense any more because you have enough senses to know, "no shit Sherlock." You only need to remember the jump once or twice to realise that's all it is every time. You're not discovering the secrets of the universe but it's a fun side effect