Self-inflicted, another name for foolishness?, a concept for the depressed, a way of seeing the world from above, above others, arrogance…then fallen ?

Among emotives, with or without artistic ambitions, there is really nothing new.  Attention, control, expansive territories, an angel’s overview, admiration(admiration!) something to brag about, Admiration!, dominance, pain to their enemies ( even those who don’t know who they are…or care)  Additional Admiration! a recognition of their bombs ( not as “little” but as potency in hand ), a place in the hierarchy of nature ( a superior force of nature ?),  an Additional Admiration by The Divinity or whomsoever may be worshipped.

And to that end, many craft themselves as self-made angels. How wonderfully skillful !  Constructing angelic wings bound to their strength by golden shackles ( compare to Seraphim, not cupids ).

And begin to fly.  

 

 

 

 

 

Typically the self-made angel types never get around to asking a rather simple question.

Where is Heaven?  Out there? Someplace not bound to our whims, in distant traces of luminous wonder?

Or, here in the muck…the product of our conceit, and even our goodness; is Heaven just a moment in reflected luminous wonder…?

How wonderfully skillful !  If, rising from this vale of misery his hands are cut and bloody; refrain from pity, and don’t startle him with notoriety.  Those shackles ( how wonderfully skillful !) his willing acquisition, and with great effort attained, must be discarded.

Then, looking up to see birds fly…he can walk.