The angel is back. This time, I feel as if it is from the other side of a gulf I constructed on my own, on purpose.
"Where have you been?" the Little Girl asks.
"Beside you," the angel answers.
"Since when?"
"I have never left."
"All that time, you were right here? But, I couldn't feel you like I used to."
"All that time? Time is nothing, Little Girl. Are you forgetting? All that time has done nothing but remained in a pool around you. And in time, an angel exists, waiting, pointing. What could change? An angel cannot change."
"Did I change?"
"You are what you always were and you have been what you always will be. Did you change?"
"I feel removed. I feel removed from you."
"Do not think in a manner of distance. Think in a manner of mind. Are you removed?"
"No. I've just lost concentration."
"Really? Isn't that what you wanted? To be closer to humanity. To live with two feet in the world of the living?"
"I will return to the Scattering eventually. I am already there. It is already here. But I am still myself. I still think of myself. But I feel you more strongly now. More than I have in a long time."
"Your own desires dictate what you feel. Your desires dictate your sensitivity. What do you want, Little Girl?"
"I want..." the Little Girl's voice trails off. She laughs at herself. "I want to be alone. Ironic, isn't it?"
"Indeed. But you know what you have when you are alone."
"I have you."
"Yes."
"And you are always here."
"I can never be anywhere else, even if I travel far. I will always be beside you, folding distance and time into itself, so that we are never parted for even an instant. You only have to look."
"I am looking."
"Appreciate the blessing of your eyes, then."
"And the blessing of my skin?"
"Yes."
"What do you want, Uriel?"
"The same as always. One moment, one droplet of a ripple in the universal Point, where I can feel as you do."
"The blessing of eyes, then," the Little Girl says.
"A blessing of eyes," agrees the angel.
