"Do you believe in angels?"
May. 24th, 2011 03:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7So I have insomnia, and I was clicking around the internet, and then the randomly generated questions button over at Formspring asked me this:
"Do you believe in angels?"
To which I replied:
'What I believe in isn't so much the traditional concept of "angel" as it is the nth-dimensional thougthform, a kind of conception-made-manifest that has more in common with a line of code in a vast program, or a kind of living architectural surface, or a series of permutations on an infinite algorithm than it does little chubby-cheeked babies with wings and diapered asses.
'Angels are messengers, they deliver messages, they explicate circumstances, they perform functions. They show up when there is Something-- some idea, some concept, some basic understanding that's been right in front of you for days and hours and years-- that you just need to fucking Get. But obviously you're missing the point.
'Angels are the concretized accretions of synchronicity in time and space.
'Angels are You talking to Yourself, in epic, mythic, loyal, dickish form.
'Angels are the limbs of god; vast cosmic drone ants, extensions of their queen.
'Angels are dead people, concentrated down, like a bright and shiny diamond..
'Angels are archetypes of meaning and form and concept and function; they are the syntactic and semantic interplay of the birth of the universe.
'What's not to believe in?'
Ask me anything: http://formspring.me/Wolven
Good night.
"Do you believe in angels?"
To which I replied:
'What I believe in isn't so much the traditional concept of "angel" as it is the nth-dimensional thougthform, a kind of conception-made-manifest that has more in common with a line of code in a vast program, or a kind of living architectural surface, or a series of permutations on an infinite algorithm than it does little chubby-cheeked babies with wings and diapered asses.
'Angels are messengers, they deliver messages, they explicate circumstances, they perform functions. They show up when there is Something-- some idea, some concept, some basic understanding that's been right in front of you for days and hours and years-- that you just need to fucking Get. But obviously you're missing the point.
'Angels are the concretized accretions of synchronicity in time and space.
'Angels are You talking to Yourself, in epic, mythic, loyal, dickish form.
'Angels are the limbs of god; vast cosmic drone ants, extensions of their queen.
'Angels are dead people, concentrated down, like a bright and shiny diamond..
'Angels are archetypes of meaning and form and concept and function; they are the syntactic and semantic interplay of the birth of the universe.
'What's not to believe in?'
Ask me anything: http://formspring.me/Wolven
Good night.
