Evil, However Powerful It Seemed,could Be Undone

If We Have Nothing To Do But Service Our Own Pleasure - Because Society Has Taught Us That's All We're Worth And We're Exiled From Positions Of Authority From Which We Could Actually Shape Society - Then We Just Become Hedonists. Eventually, Despite How Great It May Look On Saturday Night, Come Monday Morning There's Just Purposelessness.

The Monsters Act Out Our Rage. They Act On Their Worst Impulses, Which Is Appealing To A Certain Part Of Us. They Get Punished For It, But We've Enjoyed The Spectacle Of Their Liberation.

Nothing Happens Carelessly. We’re Not Brought Into The World Without Reason, Even Though We May Never Understand The Reason. An Infant That Lives An Hour, That Dies Before It Can Lay Eyes On Those Who Made It, Even That Soul Did Not Live Without Purpose: This Is My Sudden Certainty.

It Was As Though In These Last Minutes Together - When They Had So Much To Say - They Could Say Nothing Of The Least Significance, For Fear It Open The Floodgates.

Angels Have Very Nasty Tempers. Especially When They’re Feeling Righteous.