When angels fall, they also… rise.
We are all two things in a way, are we not? Deep in the marrow. Angel and Devil. Light and dark. The pull between the two is the active verb which energizes our lives.
That’s what an angel is. Dust pressed into a diamond by the weight of this world.
We need not live on the fulcrum. We can be angel or beast fully.
The angel seeks the light, the beast seeks the dark.
