A haiku on dreams for oldestbeloved.

At night les murs tombent,
lux noxque, los palabras
van, and meaning remains

[At night, the walls fall
light and dark, words
leave and meaning remains]

Hm. I actually like this game.

( And more... )

Because oldestbeloved and I think we need something more provoking than those stupid questions.

1. Why a burning bush? Seraphim are traditionally burning- with love- anyway. And because that was the best way to get his attention.

2. If you could shed your responsibilities for a day, what would you do? ...Even if I could and wanted to.... I suppose I would... ( Read more... )

Consider my usual complaint about inappropriateness of the question lodged ( Read more... )

Shit.

I'm sorry.

...I'll get back to you on that, okay?

I can answer this question easily ( Read more... )

( The angel dreams... )

I'm slowly going out of my tiny little mind.

Anyone care to help?

WARNING: Abusive content, implied angel/devil rated R.

To begin with, I wish to make it blatantly clear that I consider this yet another mind-numbingly obtuse question. Quite aside from the fact that a great number of the beings here are not, in fact, mortal- I assume it is another attempt at psychological probing or some other ridiculous trend in ( Read more... )

The angels were all different from the start. Some chose to worship God in song, others in work, others quietly. Some were solemn and serious, feeling His work could only be praised by a stiff-backed rectitude and dignity. Others chose lighter, freer expressions as suited their character. Of course, some of the angels had no sense of humour ( Read more... )