Midnight Angel
He is a frozen sphere, the embodiment of the heavenly music of silence. His existence is not a command, but a question. He does not go to man, but draws the soul's gaze upward, to the black abysses where stars are born and die.
He hovers on the border between: knowledge of all and Ignorance: He has the wisdom of the cosmos, but this knowledge is only achieved without that which cannot be known. Presence and Absence: he is here, he can be felt, but he is unattainable, like the horizon line. He is the very distance between humans and the divine. Memory and Oblivion: in his blue are stored memories of what was before time began, and a quiet knowledge of what will come after the end.
His wings from the night are not only a symbol of flight, but also an eternal veil separating the visible world from the hidden world. He guards the silence necessary for the hearing of one's own heart, and the darkness in which alone one can see the true, unfading light of the soul. His silence is an elegant sermon, and his stillness is the highest form of movement, the force that moves him along with the galaxies in their eternal dance.
An encounter with him is always an encounter with oneself, with one's own depth.
