Our words are getting weaker and weaker, and once again we find ourselves in a situation where others can support us, but we can’t support ourselves. We are living in great discomfort, running from this place to that place because we simply don’t know what to do with ourselves. This constant tug of war between angels and demons simply does us no good, for it forces us to be inactive, making us feel that our fate lies in every person’s hand but our own. If we love, then forgive us because it’s strength is not great enough to liberate us. We lack synchronicity, and that is exactly the difference between Gabriel and Lucifer, for gabriel likes harmony, lucifer disharmony. We find ourselves drowning, for words of honor are being thrown here and there like arrows from a bow after we have been thrown from the parapet, not knowing what lies below, but knowing that our armor, which has protected us for so long, might yet cause us to drown if we land on water. How many men and women exist on this earth, who have such great stability of virtue and passion, that they could stand motionless, as sentinels fulfilling their shift? Not many.
Hearken! Oh mighty Windsors! Your rule has no bounds, which is why I, a humble Arab, can cast my allegiance to you, living in a oasis of blue skies and needy cats. Your scepter might be small, but it will clink the mellowest of sounds when parrying and thrusting against the papal ferula, a debate recorded for the benefit of both sides. Yes, I am a Muslim, but my prayer stone reminds me everlastingly that I worship the earth. Your angels are the wills of steel that create an invisible mesh of regularity to a chaotic world, and though Zeus conquered the titans, Hades still spreads his mist in the hinterlands of what should be thriving and bustling megalopolises. Envy you the moon? Just name a place there, and it will be populated. Strike me with lightning, for I will eke out every little morsel of effort from your people, galvanizing them into building wonders looked back upon after millennia the way Stonehenge is looked at now, which though small now, was the peak of civilization then....
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