The ‘wings’ of angels are not wings. They are symbols of transpresence. This means they represent a form of flight that happens in the domain of -relation-. What we do is not even crawling compared to this. But we are meant to travel with them. In fact, they may well be -faculties of our own souls-.

I want your wings free. I want you to see what the beings we confusedly refer to as ‘angels’ do. I want you to fly with me, and them. Forever. For until you have tasted this water, you have never known the fulfillment of thirst. And once you have tasted this water, you shall, indeed, become its fountain in eternity.