Angels

I want to hear about angels. Tell us about the angels, Fiver. The angels of Newcastle! Like the angels of Berlin. Tell us about them again.

 

Are there angels here, do you think? Are they watching over us? Can you feel them now?

I wish they’d tell us what to do. Maybe we know already.

 

Do they approve of us, drinking? Do they drink, too? Drunken angels … imagine that.

Angels can’t be drunk. In fact, angels can’t even drink. They can’t feel these bodily things. They don’t have bodies.

 

We’re not supposed to believe in spirits, in philosophy. Being a philosopher means not believing.

 

Look at us, like children. Drunken children. We want to believe like children. But we’re not children. We’re old. And corrupted. And twisted. And bent in upon ourselves.

 

Can you see your angel, Fiver? Can you see your mine?

 

Does all that gospel stuff make you feel so weepy. Does it comfort you in your darkness? Do you want Jesus to come into your heart? Do you want his peace? Is that comfort for you? Is that what helps you? The lucidity of prayer? Do you want to see the radiance of his heavenly glory? Do you?

 

Do you want to renounce Satan and his ways? Are you overwhelmed by the darkness? Truly? Have you had enough of darkness? Does the light shine in the darkness? Has the darkness not overcome the light? Is there light in your fucking darkness?

 

The lucidity of prayer. Calm. Speaking for you. Do you want the Lord to be glorified through your life? Do you think you deserve that?

 

Do you want to break the power of Satan? Do you want to bind Satan? Share the good news? Do you to break from the snare of the devil? Do you want to be delivered from the mouth of death?

The resurrection – do you believe in that?

 

There’s only one story … only one story that’s worth telling. You know that, don t you? Only one story. Only one fucking story.

 

Are there angels in Hell?

This isn’t Hell, strictly speaking. Not if there are angels.

 

Angels of the humanities. Angels of Philosophy.

Are they real? Do they exist? Are there philosophical angels?

 

Fiver sees angels.

What, like in Wings of Desire? With those ponytails?

Arthouse angels. Sound great.

 

Angels are invisible to everyone.

Except children.

Sure, children see them.

And idiots, probably. Have you ever seen an angel, Driss?

No.

So maybe you’re not an idiot.