Through the Eyes of an Angel?

Through the Eyes of an Angel?



Who am I through the eyes of an angel? How am I perceived? Am I a good person? Do I have potential to be a better one? Do they see me as a loyal servant or a troubled wanderer? Do they see the light in me and gaze into my passion? …Through the eyes of an angel?

But I see myself as something different at times – most of the time. I see the troubled wanderer and the pessimistic victim of reality.

I love science – I really do. Science is an awesome tool with tremendous power. It can help people but it can also destroy them and the world as we know it for a very – very long time. With science comes pessimism for me. I want to have hope and to believe in a better day and a better me but the science of things leaves me with despair. There are things that happen that we, the vox populi are unable to express due to a lack of information.

Science can be good and bad. Science made the atom bomb and science discovered the cure for small pox. Science enabled Monsanto Seeds to genetically modify and culture organics intended to be fed to millions and even trillions of plants, humans, and other animals. The lack of publicity of science is just as devastating. Not knowing about GMOs (Genetically Modified Organics) and how they are procured and processed as well as how they affect the environment leads to further destruction.

How does this look through the eyes of the angel? How did it look to witness war, genocide, bigotry, and hatred of the highest degree followed by calamity for hundreds of thousands of living creatures?

Do angels cry? Are they optimistic?


Angels on the sideline,
Puzzled and amused.
Why did Father give these humans free will?
Now they're all confused.

Don't these talking monkeys know that
Eden has enough to go around?
Plenty in this holy garden, silly old monkeys,
Wonders when you're bound to divide it

Right in two

Angels on the sideline,
Baffled and confused.
Father blessed them all with reason.
And this is what they choose.
(And this is what they choose)
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey
over pieces of the ground.

Silly monkeys give them thumbs,
they forge a blade,
And where there's one they're
bound to divide it,

Right in two.
Right in two.

Monkey killing monkey killing monkey
Over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys give them thumbs,
They make a club
And beat their brother down.

How they survive so misguided is a mystery.
Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability,
to lift an eye to heaven conscious of his fleeting time here...

Cut it all right in two (x4)

They fight, till they die
Over earth, over sky
They fight
Over lies, over blood, over air
And fight, over love, over sun
Over blood
They fight, till they die, over what? For our lies!

Angels on the sideline again
Been so long with patience and reason
Angels on the sideline again
Wondering when this tug of war will end

Cut it all, right in two (x3)
Right in two

Right in two...

"Right In Two" © Tool


Our species kills for personal gain and pleasure. It glorifies death and preserves it thereafter and we put stickers on our vehicles of good ole' Jolly Rogers. But we can be more cryptic with stickers too. What about a sticker of a healthy looking buck with great big antlers on the rear window of a truck? Would it be stereotyping to think that vehicles with stickers like this belong to trophy hunters and/or rednecks? When I see a deer, I remain real still and watch it for some time only wandering about its life; how is it, what its thinking, and what its been through. I do not wander where my rifle is.

If there are three types of people I don't along with they are rednecks, corrupt politicians, and evangelists. There's my bigotry. How does the angel see this side of me? What does it think about my hate? Hate verses Hate. What does love thy enemy mean when your enemy is inadvertently and even purposely causing you pain? Just because you have physically hurt something else does not mean it does not emotionally hurt me. If you kill it, a part of me falls extremely ill and the walls of the reactor shake from exhaustion, sagging inwards and I'm stuck in the middle bracing them with my body and praying that help will come to keep my temple from falling apart – praying that people will notice and will care.

Notice the world around you. Do not believe the façade or the illusion that everything is hunky-dory in the synthetic facilities we have created. What do angels think about this? Where do they see us heading? How does this make them feel?


– Most importantly, how should I feel – in an angel's eyes?


How am I to walk through life and remain still and calm whilst knowing the deteriorating state of the world and the things on it that I love? How do angels do it?

I know it is not my responsibility to change the world but it feels wrong not to try. I help what I can. Just as a mother or father witnesses their child grow up and head down a path of self destruction, they know they can not physically change that path but the hell if they don't try. Its like toxic fumes have filled a containment chamber and I'm beating on the hull in a desperate but futile attempt to claw myself out. I feel like reality is suffocating me and there is no escape.

How else should I feel? Can you just say to me, "Don't worry, it will all be better. Smile!" and expect me to believe what you're saying? I would probably then question you in two ways. One, are you truly aware of the present state or two, are you just saying that despite the truth? What if the angel told me that though? What then would I question? Would I feel better about it? I mean, there still is no real solution. It's just turning a blind eye with the knowledge of a better day. But that day is not today and it probably wont be tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, a month, even a year or more either. It might not even be in my lifespan whether that be three or fifty years from now. How can one offer solution without resolution?

Am I naïve for believing there is nothing anyone could say to me that would change my feelings on this gruesome fact?

Hey angel. This is the reality, the world that we've created is falling apart. There is sickness, mass disease, torture, famine, violence, warfare, nuclear wastes, cruel acts of barbarism for gain and pleasure, fascist societies, dividing boundaries, extortion, and corrupt leaders with their backs turned grinning as they silently win their game. This is just a few of the harsh realities. What can you offer for my optimism? How do you see me now, angel? Do you weep for me in pity or laugh at me in my arrogance? Do you see me as arrogant, blasphemous, and pompous? What worth is a wise man who offers no resolution or cure? Isn't that like taking morphine to null an existing pain but not preventing pain from occurring in the first place? If one gear is breaking another gear, what good is it to fix the one that keeps breaking without also repairing the one that is breaking the other? It is incomplete as am I in my understanding of an ultimate resolution. To me, there is none other than destruction. Is it wrong to wish for 2012?

One can not even remotely fathom what an angel must think about this – this state of noxious smog and corroding alkali accompanied with flawed yet dominate DNA.

Not all news is good news. In fact, most of it is just the opposite. But I guess that depends on your perspective. Again though the question is, how am I to change my perspective on a depressing world?

I guess the only thing I can come up with is to try to look through the eyes of an angel.

~Wolf