"Uriel, how do angels fight?"
"We do not."
"You fight for me."
"You are the Living."
"So are you. Only not human."
"There you are."
"You fight for humans?"
"Yes. Now answer the question yourself."
"I still don't know. You make me fight for myself. And I do."
"You know a truth now but there's more to it. Say it aloud."
"I'm too intrigued by you. And since I'm human, I don't really believe yet that there's existence once this life is over. I only want to. So I hope. I keep my eyes open to you."
"Yes, Little Girl. But here I am. Now tell me how we fight."
"You bore into our minds. Right? You show us another way. And when the others are angry with you they lament and they pierce into yours. Your fighting is all inside. They show you another way for the world to be. Or you to be, I guess. Like they fight when they pull you away from me. That's fighting, right?"
"An angelic fight cannot be explained to a human for Heaven is outside of your grasp. If you ask me to show an angel fighting with a fellow of his own, your status of being among the Living will have gone. People have always wondered as we have pierced their minds in more ways than fighting. They explain it in the words they can, in the images. They explain it with swords and metal and fire. But the closest thing I can give to you is this: from every act destruction something is made. The Greater the beings, the greater the destruction, and thus--"
"The greater the creation?"
"Yes, Little Girl. The greater the creation. Imagine the fight for you."
I laughed. "You flatter me to much. Stop it. You know I don't take that from anybody."
"Tell me an act of creation. The greatest kind. The most glorious," he says.
"I was thinking the birth of a star. An end and a beginning all in one. But it takes millions of years."
"In your terms. In mine it takes but a moment. Now. Tell me something greater, I've already given you a clue."
"Than the birth of star? The birth of the universe?"
"No. You are thinking too big now. Imagine the fight for you."
"Aah. I get it."
"Yes, Little Girl. Do you see that fight?"
"Ares and Aphrodite."
The angel smiles. "You let your studies get away with you. But that is the answer."
"It's a shorter one," I laugh at him.
"You are growing up."
"But to make an angelic fight...look...glorious...for people...in...modern day society. How would you do that without really showing it?"
"You couldn't. So, as I have told you, humanity leaves it up to their own imaginations. Use an explosion of two forms, hardly visible. It is neither dark nor light, but the forms disturb the vision just enough to make one doubt as you rub your eyes and think again. They collide and for a moment, merge into one. Then there is a stillness such as you have never seen. Such as you could never imagine. And after that moment, a brilliant light and a sound so loud any mortal there would never hear again. Yet if a mortal were present, he would be gone, not among the Living, and not among the Dead. He would have merged with that creation."
"What happens to you?"
"The fighters?"
"Yes."
"We separate and as it has been more than minds piercing one another, but our forms, we both lost and both won. When we separate, we are somewhat new, and we begin again, our consciousnesses free of opinion."
"And when you start all over, does the same opinion form again and cause the fight again?"
"No. The fight is settled by what you would call the Scattering. There is a mutual understanding, and in warring with each other, we have melded and fall in love with our creation."
"But what if it's more than two of you? What if it's a war, with many ranks all fighting against one another?"
"Then many creations, from a blade of grass to a storm, to a star, to a glaxaxy and on and on. Remember, do not take the world so literally, Little Girl. The greatest of all fights, originate within a human mind. But you are not angelic. Your race is not angelic. Your destruction does not create in this manner. You destroy yourselves. We step in and fight for you, the opinions clash between those of the Living and those of the Higher Beings. Your instict disagrees with us. So what we create is madness."
"Madness causes love and hate."
"Madness causes everything in your world, Little Girl. What would you call our conversations?"