Of angels and the mind.

Please be considerate as this is the first piece of writing on here and not prewritten (free hand).

"Tell me, sir, do you know of angels?"



"Enlightenment is the first sign of acknowledgement and, in an offhand way, is a sign of knowledge. Sir, what do you know?"

"How so?"

"I mean, simply, what do you truly know?"

...

"Well, I know how long it takes a cigarette to extinguish itself, and how long it takes to become self absorbed."

"Ah, well said."

"And?"

"Well, Venus rises every morning before the sun. Is not that strange?"

"Are you referring to the morning star?"

"Ah, well met. I'll get straight to it. Is not it strange in some ways that the Morning Star rises before the Son?"

"But you're ignoring one thing."

"Oh, really."

"Yes. While the Morning Star rises first, the Son remains throughout the day. Metaphorically, of course."

"Predisposed to the Morning Star, are we?"

"Well, of course. You're as much a part of me as you are of yourself. In many ways, you wouldn't exist if I forgot you."

"That's beside the point. How is it that the Morning Star fell, without explanation, or reason?"

"There was reason: power."

"Well now, that poses an interesting question: how is it that such a heretic fell with such a following in the Presence of the Son's source?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the Morning Star had a myriad of followers, and no one is an accomplished enough liar to enlist a third of the Glory."

"Well, not if The Author is strictly that."

"How so?"

"Simple, really. He chooses to write and let the characters develop themselves."

"Ah. So the Presence is simply... Presence."

"No, just The Great Author."

"Ah."

"But yet, the Morning Star must have had a hell of a cause."

"Agreed."

"And with that, my friend, we reach a common ground and head our separate ways."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."