Mr Tricks, I think you're spot on - the 'medicine' the Ultramarines introduced into Neh-Buh-Loh was love, Compassion, The Life Equation.
He couldn't reconcile the schism, and so our little Nebula Man could never grow up. Tada!
(Mhwuuiiielmeth=Melmoth)
(Errhiachnnon=Ariachnon? Arachnid derivation)
Cue Gloriana's rationale for the creative and emotional stripmining techniques we see in comics that Morrison's referenced before (see the 'Hush' arc of Batman, associated comics, relentless 'Best Of' mentalities that forage no new ground). Easily juxtaposed with humanity's own stripmining of the past for meaning, raiding 60's/70's/80's culture for identity, dead-end spiritual behavior that believes there is nothing new or good under the sun, Hollywood-topsoil obsessions with 'Kabbalah'.
Black flowers powered on CFC's and Red Sun Energy. Waiting for them to show up in ASS.
Frank has grown up. He's joined up with something larger than himself, making a kind of peace by partnering up with his ex.
More importantly, he's finishing the work that his father started - at the end of the issue he's at the helm of Castle Revolving, the Sheeda Flaghsip, stopping Gloriana's plot to destroy the mankind Melmoth grew fond of, and that Frankenstein has seen fit to protect and decided not to mete vengeance of his own doing on the Sheeda Queen, but to retrieve her and return her to face trial for her actions.
Gorgeous cover, if a bit of a tease for hot monster-on-monster action that we have to wait til 7S#1 for. |