report

19th of Shvat, 5769
13th of February, 2009
18th of Safar, 1430
Year of the Ox, 4707

Report of the Angel of Light to the Great Sublime

Your Reverence,

The humans have not changed much since my previous report. Floating consciousnesses anchored in thick matter, the younger ones are pulled by their genitals and pushed by their pride while the older ones think their private thoughts and wait for death. The group in the middle of those two work at pre-selected activities they call "jobs" which range dramatically from intense creativity to static boredom.

They expel air through a hole in the upper portion of their thick matter and shape it with tongues, lips, and cheeks (movable portions of internal and external meat) and intricate manipulations of portions of their throats (a vibrating box within a mouth-to-gullet tube), producing sounds ranging from melodious harmonics to grating nastiness. The beasts have learned to talk. Every sound they utter is ultimately about the utterer, revealing the state of their souls (some know they have and are souls; others are oblivious). The expulsion of air in contented purring noises is connected with what they call friendship and love.

As you know from your vantage point and from reports from your emissaries in all realms, the earth is the noisiest place in the cosmos. Why they raise such a ruckus I do not know. Each thinks they must contribute to the general cacophony, including the one through whom I send this report. They especially get aroused when they gather to stuff more-or-less digestible materials into their air-expulsion holes. The reverberation of sound in one of their feeding places is overwhelming. They do not seem to mind. They just increase the volume.

As you might imagine, the stuffing of substances into their breathing hole while simultaneously looking to expel air in communicable bursts sometimes interferes with their breathing. This usually, but not always, causes a pause in their noises, except for one expression they use as they focus the balls of their eyes upon the overcome one: R U O K.

Well, enough for now. I am on my way to attend what they call a meeting. Only one person is generally allowed to talk there, the one who called them together. That person, by convention, is supposed to say only what the others already know. It is there that the humans practice a peculiar form of self-hypnosis where they look as if they are in the room but they are not.

How ironic you would choose such a group for the working out of your plans for enlightening and spiritualizing this far flung realm of your endeavors! Obviously you see more in them than is immediately apparent. As always I respect your judgment. More later.

Respectfully filed as Report # 477209, Subsection B

Yours and Mine Forever,

The Angel of Light