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Angkor is often described as a civilisation built on water.
This is true, but incomplete.
Water here is not abundance. It is restraint.
Moats do not rush. Reservoirs do not spill. Causeways cross water that is held deliberately still. Even the vast barays—among the largest engineered bodies of water in the premodern world—are not expressions of excess, but of containment. Their success lies not in volume, but in balance.
This is where Varuna’s presence becomes legible.
In early cosmology, Varuna governs water not as force, but as law. He oversees the boundary between what flows and what must not. Rivers, under his watch, are not wild; they are accountable. Oceans are not chaos; they are limits. Water becomes a moral substance—capable of sustaining life only when held within measure.
Angkor’s hydraulic imagination follows this ethic closely. Moats define sacred precincts not to protect, but to separate worlds. They mark the passage from ordinary ground into ordered space. To cross water is to submit to regulation: of pace, of attention, of intention. One does not rush across a causeway. The body adjusts.
Reservoirs function similarly. The barays are often spoken of as engines of prosperity, but their deeper role is temporal rather than economic. They store not only water, but time. Rainfall is gathered, delayed, released. Excess is absorbed so that scarcity does not destroy continuity. Water becomes patience made visible.
Varuna’s custodianship operates precisely here—not in spectacle, but in calibration. He ensures that flow does not become flood, that abundance does not become hubris. His authority is present wherever restraint allows life to continue.
This is why water in Angkor is so often still. Reflections matter. Towers double themselves. The world is asked to look back at itself before proceeding. In these moments, water becomes a mirror of order rather than a conduit of force.
Later, Vishnu will inherit the western quarter and the logic of preservation. But Varuna remains embedded in the system—quietly shaping how water is handled, delayed, respected. His ethic persists not in myth alone, but in engineering decisions that favour balance over domination.
To understand Angkor’s water is to understand that mastery here was not conquest. It was listening. The builders did not command water to obey; they learned how much it could be trusted.
Water was not used to prove power.
It was used to maintain sense.

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