Angels
Angels We were born with our genetics, and our bodies, and our brains And we were conditioned to shame and compare and beat one another for the superficial conditions of our existence. The little ways we survived in the world, and we grew accustomed to numbing the pain, or living out a story, or abusing others for our own relief. We could believe that we are the victims of circumstance and we are caught in an endless cycle of cause and effect. We could believe we are the endless drum of a world that keeps on marching, a runaway thought that never ceases. There is some comfort in the way it all seems, and the predictability, the inevitability, the infallable nature of all of it. And there is tremendous difficulty in pulling apart the layers of the ego, assembling the pieces together, seeing a whole complex person. It takes months, or years, or a lifetime, and some of us will never succeed. You could argue if it is a worthwhile effort. If you are lucky, you will encounter a mirror, a s