If you want to be an angel, in this life, on this world, go ahead.
Be angelic. Be the essence of angelic. Harm no one, no life, no intention of others. Be perfect ...
You will still be just a cargo-cult impersonation of what you think an angel is. Something you’ve seen at great distance perhaps, just before the blessings arrived, in their packing crates.
You are, like all of us, a very imperfect mish-mash of animal lusts and cruelty, and a witness to infinities. Inside you is the awe and mystery that reaches to both the inner and the outer limits.
You are both the yin, the shadow of greatness, and the yang, the reflection of purity, neither dark nor light, but an immutable gray, a flipping coin, now heads, now tails.
You cannot hope to choose your destination. You are too much the insignificant mayfly for that. The best that you can do is to choose your direction.
In this life, and the next one, and the one after that, choose to try to be better, to be the best. The best you can be is within you to be it.
Why, why why...?
It’s morning, so my clock tells me, but my mind doesn’t want to wake up to chickie things. It wants to wake up to kittehs and a laugh.
Full agreement again, Bob. People hate those that are themselves. Being best, which I'm not, still makes people angry by being myself. I want to go philosophical and speak a word or two of truth but would then be more boring than am currently. Besides how could I ever defend those that are themselves? Most of us are not defendable including me. And then here comes the report of nuclear material being stolen in Iraq. What about that truck down in New Mexico ... wonder if we ever found that one? Bring on Darksheare ... I know I didn't take either of those.