Army Of Angels Research Paper

Army of Angels

I remember the confidence I use to possess, how convinced I was that my mind was unmatchable to others. I lived my whole life, telling myself that no university, no bible, nor any god could make me into a better man-- for I was already the most supreme version of myself that would ever be. I had always possessed an understanding, beyond mortal comprehension; I have broken down earthly, materialistic chains! I have counted all the stars in the sky, listened to whispers of the wind, and studied the constantly changing moon! All the knowledge in the universe was outside the door of my study, a minute’s walk away into the forest. The sun enlightened my thoughts, the weather determined my actions, and the night uncluttered my mind.

This wind blew in dark clouds of obscure, almost heavenly, shapes. These opaque angels hovered over the rural village, witnessing every deed done and every villager’s mundane soul falter carelessly in morals; nevertheless, the townspeople rejoiced! I almost envied those mediocre beings whose arrogance and simple mindedness allowed them to live in bliss, whose faith has provided them sanctity, and whose ever-hopeful spirits kept them in denial and oblivion. The townspeople rejoiced in delight as they claimed future prosperity for all. What fools, I thought, believing wholeheartedly in whatever goodwill they think they deserve. I would not listen to their fantastic exclaims, for all the only result would be their waste of breath and my ill use of precious energy in interpreting their useless

The first week was one of excitement for the town, a type of hope I did not bother to understand. Then, slowly as the weeks stretched on, more and more of the townspeople left. The pureness of January’s snowfalls were evaporated by the devilish wind, the overcast of angels blotted out my much-needed sun, and all that remained was the moist, melancholy earth below, bare of vegetation, bare of life, and soon bare of sanctity. The wind, I reasoned, brought some unexplainable curse. Those months, years perhaps, were an illusion. I remained in my study-room, requiring no drink nor any bread, for the atmosphere intoxicated me in a type of lethargy. I studied endlessly, but nothing could masks away the doubt. I grew insecure in my own abilities as the earth grew unresponsive. What curse has bewitched this land! What devil, what foe, despised me so? Despised me so as to tear me away from my only beloved