Thursday, May 8, 2008

The last page

And if, when he tried a second time to replace her name with another, for the second time his hand froze, perhaps it was because he knew that to remove her name would be like erasing all punctuation, and the vowels, and every adjective and noun. Because without Alma, there would have been no book.

Love among the angels.

How angels sleep. Unsoundly. They toss and turn, trying to understand the mystery of the Living.

Also, they don't dream. For this reason, they have one less thing to talk about.

Even among the angels, there is the sadness of division.

The arguments between angels. Are eternal and lack hope of solution. This is because thet argue about what it means to be among the Living, and because they don't know they can only speculate, much the way the Living speculate about the nature (or lack thereof) of God.

(If you don't know what it feels like to have someone you love put a hand below your bottom rib for the first time, what chance is there for love?)

This is not to say that they don't feel love, because they do; sometimes they feel it so strongly that they think they're having a panic attack.

Only from time to time does an angel find in herself a defect that causes her to fall in love, not in general, but in the specific.

From Nicole Krauss' The History of Love.

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