I’ve just got this image of an angel tugging exasperatedly at their hair and wailing “WHY?!”

humanity is confusing, though

like, they make all this art and music that doesn't seem to serve any purpose? not all of it praises god and a lot of the semantic content could be expressed in more effective and less labor-intensive ways?? even their unadorned communication is inexact and dependent on things like body language, tone of voice, context--what's even the point of having a language if the words won't stay where you put them???

and like, bodies??? bodies are weird, and humanity's relationship to their bodies is super weird--it's integral to your understanding of yourself but also not you in the truest sense; it's your point of access to the world but also part of the world and unreliable, really unreliable. angels don't really get that, they're all pure understanding and platonic knowledge, the idea that your mind could play tricks on you and that's normal, to not see everything or hear everything, to be constantly and consistently ignorant and have to learn things--

learning freaks them out. angels don't learn things. angels are.

(well--they aren't. that's part of the problem.)

but probably the most confusing thing about humanity is that humanity is charming. humanity crowds its way into the angels' non-space and humanity makes them be, makes them piecewise functions of beast and bird, writes entropy into an otherwise perfect system. And the angels are frustrated (emotions, those are new) and the angels muse wistfully about if humanity had never come (the subjunctive, that's new too) but humanity moves through a world of half-certain shadows singing, wearing divinity in its skin.

and angels ask why

(that's new too)