-   Women…

-   You know women are human, right?

-   Yes… as much as I hate to admit it. I guess I always knew that somewhere deep inside, but I just never wanted to accept it as a fact. I never wanted to accept it because it means they are bound in the same chains of impurity as we are. And as much as you sing them, as much as you raise them on pedestals of blinding beauty, as much as you strive to see only the frailty of their being and the feminity of their shape, in the end, they are… human.
Being human is being tainted by deceit and selfishness and greed. It is… lack of permanence. You see, all through the mythology, the Gods looked upon humans in envy, for we were living our lives in the blink of an eye, but we had passion. In our ephemeral time upon this earth we gave Eternity something to think about. But I ask you this: if those that are eternal have long since lost the fire, why do we, mere ripples on the pond of time, lose ours? If we’ve given up immortality and incurred the envy of the Gods, why does our very nature work against us? Why all that is beautiful and good in this world fades away to shades of grey?
I can eat the most exquisite food, and soon its taste will become flat. I can drink wine with a bouquet that would drive Bacchus mad, yet it will soon feel stale. I can listen to music that makes my eyes water, but that music will become mundane. I can fall for the most beautiful lady to ever grace the world, and my love will slowly die.
It wasn’t once that I came across something that sent shivers down my spine; I sought to find a new word for those that existed could never do it justice. I came across moments that would take my breath away; or maybe time just stood still bedazzled by their magic. I felt emotions that tore me apart; emotions that you tell yourself aren’t real, emotions you try to control – emotions that break through your body with a force not of this world. I felt lost looking in those eyes; if the world itself would have turned into sand and poured into space, I would have lived inside those eyes forever – then they would have blinked again.
And then I forgot.
How, then, could I love a woman? If I know that being near her, learning about her, hearing her talk, seeing her dance, kissing her... if I know that all these will just fade away like the colourful leaves beneath monotone snow, how could I love a woman?
Or maybe our eternity is in the moments. If it’s up to each one of us to live his life so that it will endure the aeons, then it’s up to each one of us to experience this world and find within it that speck of dust that happens to be magic.
There is a bright side to all of this. There are a lot of specks of magic dust in the world. So, yes, you find one, cherish it, then you forget about it and move on. But you soon find another. Then another. All you have to do is keep your senses in check and “feel” the world as it unfolds around you.
I can fall for an angel. Those sublime features are enough to make one forget that women are human. And if I should never take it further than a gaze, never further than a smile, then, maybe, just maybe, that will remain an angel. And that is all I need.
Angels...

-   Do you really believe that?

-   No... It’s the biggest lie I’ve said...