There was a man, called Angel, that originates from one of the many StarBorne* tribes. He walks on two legs, doesn’t have a pair of wings, and is a human being, but in his essence, he once was an attribute of the Sephira’s ** The emanation of the Golden Ray in the Three Stars of Orion’s Belt. He wasn’t easily recognizable, but still, far from the invisible. He had learned a good deal of all that people of average high intelligence can and was a fairly clever fellow.

What he had not learned, however, was to find contentment in his own soul. He was carrying, some unclear sadness in himself. The cause of this apparently was, that at the bottom of his heart he knew, he was in reality not a man, but an Angel, originate from a cluster of star-borne beings outside the human race in the Greater Reality ***. Many of man’s activities soon became horribly absurd, stupid, and vain. For the human part of him was only observing and it actually wasn’t a part of common life, condemning the pleasures of simple, wild, and unstable human beings, and ardently despised mediocrity.
Quite often Angel was very unhappy, and he could make others unhappy too. For all who once loved him, they saw only one side in him. And they had to, because Angel wished, as every sentient being does, to be loved as a whole. Thought one part of his nature was cleverly hidden at each human encounter, even so, he infused, his own dual and divided nature, into destinies of others, whenever he came into contact with them …