It is a fallacy to think that because I appear cold,
I am cold. I am a master of my passions, not a
denier of them.
Those of my Choir have a precious gift: we know the
consequences of our actions upon humans in a way that
no other angels may duplicate. The delicate dance of
electrons and neurons, stimulus and response, the
transmutation of chemistry and physics into the soul:
that is what we deal with every day of our existence.
But it is a fragile dance: the slightest wrong note
can smash the airy framework that is the average
human's mind. This would not be so troublesome, if it
were not for the fact that it cannot be predicted
precisely what would be the metaphorical straw that
breaks the metaphorical camel's back. Better to tread
lightly: still better not to tread at all - but to do
the latter requires firm resolution, and an admission
that we may not safely stray from the still place
within our Hearts.
If there is tragedy in this, it lies in that my Choir
may not even grieve at those of us who have lost their
still places.
I, myself, have a ... compensation. I have the
universe. Not 'have' in the sense of 'possession',
but 'have' in the sense of 'access'. I know the rules
of the corporeal universe, but I have not yet explored
all of the permutations - and I may never do so.
There will always be a new connection to make, a new
application of theory to explore, a new viewpoint to
contemplate and evaluate. The task is a complex one,
and could legitimately take up the rest of my
existence.
However, there is a War going on.
I do not resent Hell, but I do not pity them, either -
they are a willfully wrong note in God's Symphony, and
balance dictates that they be put in tune or silenced,
lest the wrong notes spread and threaten the whole.
If this means their repentence, that is acceptable:
however, if they cannot stop interfering and will not
repent, then they must be excised. There is no middle
ground.
Other of my peers who know of my opinions on this
matter then ask why I do not release more of my
applied research into the hands of either Heaven or
Earth. The answer is simple: experimentation has
shown that a too-comprehensive dissemination of
technology will result in a suboptimal result. Vapula
(my primary opponent) does not seem to care about
this, apparently deciding to emphasize power over
reliability and quantity over quality. Seeing the
amount of Technological equipment available, my peers
bring this difference in methodology to my attention
at every opportunity: I have not yet heard a
compelling reply to my standard query about whether
they would accept a commensurate failure rate.
As for humanity ... if I was not obedient to the will
of God, I would not be here. I have seen in some a
hint of the reason why He deems them special and
precious in His eyes. I know that such a hint lies in
all humans, but until it is present and shining in
each and every one of their faces, I cannot allow them
to be burned by my discoveries. Humanity has only
barely begun to move towards maturity (a movement much
delayed by Hell). It is not reprehensible to keep
dangerous materials out of the way of those not yet
ready to handle them safely: it is not patronizing to
speak of humans as metaphorical children, provided
that you intend to help them move from that state.
Until that day when humanity is ready (and they
progress. Slowly at times, but they progress), I
remain in the laboratory - or the music hall. There
is much to be learned in the contemplation of harmony
and melody, in the way that mathematics can be
subconsciously utilized to create a transient work of
art. I have found that mastering each form of musical
instrument (including the human larynx) proves useful
in my work. In many ways, my work is music, and
thus art.
I sing the body electric.
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