Hmm, seems like a good metaphor for life on earth. We swim through the hell that we create, attempting to overcome it all and not be influenced by it. So that we can move on to the next stage. Archangels we are.
Archangels are not bad. Love Michael and Love Lucifer. Both are my brothers, and both guide and push me.
I suppose what I meant was that you are all angelic beings wearing your human skins: divine will made Flesh. And love is all there is, even when you punch a brick wall till your fist bleeds.
I'll try and write a proper report when I finish digesting the alchemical love of All That Is and Ever Shall Be.
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