WAAAAAAH *BRB CRYING FOREVER* I am seriously depressing myself before the Supernatural’s season finale. CAS </3 ILU!
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels’ hierarchies?
and even if one of them pressed me suddenly against his heart:
I would be consumed in that overwhelming existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we are still just able to endure,
and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Every angel is terrifying.
–“First Duino Elegy” by Rainer Maria Rilke
All of them have weary mouths
and bright souls without a seam.
And a longing (as toward sin)
goes sometimes through their dream.
Each is like all the others;
hushed in God’s garden, silently,
like many, many intervals
in His might and melody.
Only when they spread their wings
are they the wakers of a wind:
As if with His wide sculptor-hands
God was turning pages
in the dark book of first beginnings.
“The Angels” by Rainer Maria Rilke
I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone
to truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world, yet not small
to be to you just object and thing,
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up,
to be among those in the know,
or else be alone.
“I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone” by Rainer Maria Rilke