Angels, saints, gods, demons. Symbols for what lies within us, shattered pieces of self that we wall off from consciousness. Divinity or Devilishness, it all depends on how we choose to create ourselves. "A young monk said to his senior, 'I had a dream last night, an awful dream. Two dragons writhed together, locked in mortal combat; one was white and pure as driven snow emanating kindness and love and the other as black as midnight, filled with rage and malice. Master I am afraid because I do not know which dragon will win.' To which the master replied, 'why the white dragon, of course.' Perplexed, the disciple inquired, 'How do you know this, master?' The senior monk smiled, chucking quietly and replied, 'Because that is the one you will feed.'" Here endeth the lesson. Yatta yatta bing bang boom.
