October 13, 2011
"The heart you do not have breaks again and again, Little Girl. If an angel could feel alongside you, my heart would breaking, too."

"I never understood you, Uriel. I never understood your envy of pain. Or your envy of joy."

"We can only feel one thing, Little Girl, and that is an ebb and flow like water. But it is not something from which we gain sustenance. The ebb and flow is only a circle that encapsulates Time. We bear burdens that we cannot feel and the burden of the ebb and flow translates into observance. We observe the outcome of our messages. The ebb and flow is a cup that spills over and a basin that is dried up. We cover you when you cry out but there nothing to cover us. The universe is vast, open space, a reconciliation with chaos from a perspective up above. From here, we can see the pattern, but we cannot know the texture of the weave."

"Uriel, you break my heart all over again. For all I complain, you know I love you more than anything. And of course, it's unrequited. An angel can't feel. I am more than ebb and flow. I am a pebble in the current. And like you told me once, a pebble amply placed can change the course of the river. I weep for both of us. I feel for both of us. You are right. I am wed to you and nothing else. My efforts with humanity are spent. I fight in vain. I try to be a whole when I am half. I was born just like you said: one foot in and one foot beyond the earth."

"Take a chance, Little Girl. Logic, for all its appeal, has never proven steadfast as is claimed. Take a chance and go with your emotions. Ride the other river that we cannot ride. Ride the current that angels are not privy to. We will sail upon you as if you were a boat and spread our wings vicariously across your vision and your lifetime. Remember, Little Girl, what you are so apt to forget: that your pain would be nothing if you had never felt joy. Your agony would be nothing without the ecstasy to juxtapose it.

"You have the ability to feel the texture of the weave. Guide your palm along it and be thankful. Even a fray is something to envy. And here you have an entire tapestry."

"I will give you everything."

"No. Do not give us anything. That is a waste. Take the gifts you have granted upon yourself. Your paths, your small moments. Fulfill your role as a channel and feed us vision. You are the only creature who can impart that small amount of earth into us so that we have, at least, a nascent ability to comprehend beyond the theory."

"Take it all. The door is open," she says. "The labyrinth was waiting and I entered. There is no going back."