Angels and us? Perhaps we shouldn't have been set loose on this planet without supervision. Well, what do I know? Maybe the angels are supervising us—but if so they're doing a poor job of it, judging by the evidence. I imagine them observing us, making note of foibles and foolish acts, meannesses and cruelty and all those behaviours that we like to absolve ourselves of by saying they are "human nature." Nothing we can do, Boss. It's in my nature to enslave, torture, steal from, and oppress others. Just gotta accept it.
Truly helpful angels might have nudged us to change our nature. Oh, you say, they have. Perhaps all the goodness of the earth is due to their ministrations. The problem is that there are too many of us and too few of them. While they're putting out a fire in one spot, a dozen humans are setting metaphorical fires elsewhere.
So more angels, please (do these guys even have the capacity to reproduce? I think not.) In terms of numbers of angels to watch over us, what we see (feel, know) is what we get.
Looking at the big picture can give us a different perspective, because the big picture turns the unthinkably ugly into patterns of ineffable beauty. From the highest vantage point (either a satellite or the angel's view) even the worst devastation we have wrought on the surface of our blue planet can be seen as beauty-- regular, patterned, colourful.
Maybe this is why the angels don't step in more often. From their heavenly heights our destruction looks like amusing sandcastles at the beach.
If we become wise enough to ask them for help, what do we ask for? A set of modicums is all:
a modicum of love
a modicum of comfort
enough food to grow on
enough land to grow food on
a modicum of tolerance
the same of curiosity
and enough change to keep us all on our toes
and ward off complacency.
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