Everything I ❤ is here.
Once in a while, it really hits people that they don’t have to experience life in the way they have been told to.
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels’ hierarchies?
And even if one pressed me suddenly against his heart:
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we are still just able to endure,
And we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Every angel is terrifying.