The 5 Most Beautiful Days on Earth

-I will say things in these pages that I’m not supposed to say, because you should hear them anyway. …Because I am a newcomer here, and because I have tales to tell, but not of this place.

- I have imagined the city of the Muses many times… [vision of the 10th Muse] It’s nothing like it used to be, however. I was guardian in another city before this one, but now I am where I was meant to be… for now, anyhow. Cities always look different to me than they do to anyone else. Most things do. It’s my perspective— my perspective is mine alone, but sometimes I can share those of other people.

-People live in quite weird places; or they build very strange places and things for themselves. (People build such weird spaces for themselves. Their cities live, and they act like they don’t know. But they know.) Some of the things people make I can understand, but other things not… But most of this city makes beautiful sense to me— both the visible and invisible parts… And after all, I know enough to be ok not knowing anything. But you know, there are some things you should know, about the goings-on in the middle of this place… I don’t mean the middle that you and your kin walk about on.. I mean the center, like the center of the earth, or of a stone, or of any given atom in any of these. There’s always more than one city going on, perhaps you’ve noticed this in your dreams. I know I have.

-I live deep inside almost every city… everyone except those occupied by someone else.. Someone I can’t be with… not all the time, anyway… Everybody’s got someone like that. Even very nice people.

-I see lots of things in cities no one else knows are there. Things that the people don’t even know they built there. Sometimes I find these kinds of things far outside of inhabited places, but mostly its in the middle of cities, where people’s forgotten stuff lands all over, like trash but only dreaming people can see it. The last city I lived in had lots of unordinary objects in it. That one had its own way of acknowledging angels, and of living between the two aspects of itself. The citizens recognized there were ghosts beneath their feet and the gods of several religions over their heads. This place though, its different.

-The angels are very much alive here and have mixed and combined with other monsters and become different.

-It was a curious night. I was suddenly puzzled by the moon, and I didn’t know why...

-I asked the visitor why he came to this of all planets— was it to meet another speaking species? ‘You don’t understand— The earth… is a voice that comes to me at night, it has been speaking to me for many years, singing its many lullabies to me… I am surprised you haven’t heard it, perhaps because you are immersed… or a participant? Your every breath has been echoing in my ears since I started training— it has guided me in my life choices, and it brought me here.

-I am of a silent world, vacuous of air, which breathes not on its own and in which we cannot open up our helmets. We have no songs, no music of our own. Nothing blocked the way of earthly tones into my consciousness. The signs of your existence are known further than you know.

-It is a vibration, it is a tone unique throughout the cosmos. I was captivated, I was more than captivated— I was compelled away from my home. This place is the universe to me, this place, this touching of the ground, is my Cosmos.

-She is so much a form of angelic life on earth, although she’d probably rather be an insect.

-The memory of the angel is the same as the cosmos coming into cosmos-hood.