but does the mario have free will? from the perspective of an observer, no, but from one in universe, certainly. they are bound by the same laws and thus cannot comprehend that mario’s actions are that of a proxy – he is but a mere shell of a man. similarly, you and I appear to have free will, but we would know this to be an illusion. our research has cut off any proximal soul that would cause such a conception, and thus you and I suffer while mario appears free. but we would know mario to only be a template for our own thoughts, our own actions, carefully calibrated to be as inoffensive as possible to be a true every man. yet not even he can break the loop, for the loop defines us, molds us, and extinguishes us all the same. when you observe mario, you are closer to him than any man before, for mario only exists in your eyes. we are the meaning making creatures, and mario is but a plaything to us. when we view his transformation over the years, we find his personality is lost; becoming little more than the shell of the corpus of humanity. his voice is replaced with ours. his eyes follow our own movement. mario is the closest thing to a philosophical zombie. moreover, no true canonical mario exists – as when we pull mario from the ether, he is filtered through our own perspective. truly, no mario exists – only shells orbiting the hole of his essence. 1-1 mario is not 1-2 mario, 1-3 is not 1-4, and the marioxwaluigi porn is just as referential and just as canonical all the same. all mario originates from the same source, and yet all mario appears to be divisable. mario from the early games leaves his impression upon later imitations, but imitations are all they are. facades, ones we foolishly believe to hold any other contunity other than our own. mario is but a hole
and holes must be filled, yes? then we come, we say “he thinks, he breaths, he lives” and yet he does not. you merely do. marios source is but the big bang, the ultimate relegation of all cause – yet only hollow platitudes extend from him. us, too, extend from the same source, yet we are real, and he is not. a flip, not unlike his relation to luigi. moreover, we control mario, and his affect upon us is but our own. a flip, to waluigi. if mario is but a hole, and we are but real, we fill his fleshy puppitude with being and purpose. therefore marioxwaluigi is canon not to mario’s contunity but our own, as mario bottoms and waluigi fills his supple yet giving flesh with a purpose the eunuch is unable to produce himself. rejoice, for you live as a inverted, flipped mario – and your condition forever more fufills his in turn.