I take a break and look the sky, as it sparks.
My thoughts open through to the clouds and in them I find myself asking questions. Questions bouncing around a rim and the one that goes in and back down to me was this?
If I could talk to anyone ever who would it be?
And of all the multiple choice answers mines was the Angel of Death.
I would ask him he how comprehends the human soul. What he thinks of this world and the people of it. How he feels about his job, his reason of existence.
And as the stream of smoke cleared across my face I saw him. Right in front my face.
The Death Angel.
And I froze. Preparing for what it could be. A brain aneurism? Heart attack? The roof about to collapse on top of me? What was it that chose to take my life for him to appear.
"Let's have a chat."
He walked toward me and sat next to me on my deck stairs in the backyard.
"You wanted to ask me about something?"
I slowly relaxed.
"How did you know," I said looking into his face. Just a shapeless shadow that covers his face.
"I heard you. From a distance so I wanted to hear what you had to say a little more closer."
My conscience must've left my body and traveled higher than the clouds and spoke on another plane for a brief second, I must've been laced.
"Well, what do you think of the human soul? Are we like kids, you chaperoning us back home or something?"
He chuckles.
"The human soul is powerful beyond comprehension. It's power so vast there are only two that know it's true strength. It is to be valued by the owner most important it's self owner--it's meaning of self. Sometimes it too doesn't comprehend the power it has and in turn loses its power. But some can shine bright defining divine light."
I stare at him as he sits there talking so deeply on it. Half of what he says goes right over my head, hoping that it eventually comes back.
"Well, what do you think of this world, the world these mighty souls have created?"
He sits still.
This world is amazing. Was amazing, still is, amazing. But what you must understand is what you call the ying and the yang is severely out of balance. It's a flowing line not a hardened one. Like a wave. The waves are just very strong right now one way.
It happened before and it's gonna continue to for the end of time.
"Well, you gotta constantly come to this world till the end of time. That's just ok with you? That basically is the purpose of your existence."
"Atleast I know what my purpose is in existing"
I can't see his face but if he had eyes they'd be burning a strong stare right into my eyes.
I sit silent.
"But I enjoy my job. If this is one my reason for existence than I am grateful. I've seen all of you. All of existence I've seen the best of you. What you'd consider the worst. I know more about you than you know will ever understand about yourself. Knowing that much for every person ever. That's a special existence."
Wow. This dude is pretty cool.
"What is time? To you."
"Hmmmmmm."
A pause.
"This conversation for you, may last 5-10 minutes of your life lets say. For me, this is the length of a blink. A casual head nod to a co worker at its longest for me. It stretches and squeezes for us all. Like a slinky."
That somehow made sense to me. He checks his wrist full of clocks, all not ticking.
"You've got anything else?
"Uh, I do but it's all not coming out right now. Just, yeah."
"I understand. We'll talk again"
He stands up and turns toward me.
I say, "Hopefully not too soon."
"For another conversation, hopefully I will before it's time for you. Which if I had to say is get a nice suit in 5 years so you look good."
I stare at him in shock.
"I'm joking. Enjoy your life. There's only of them for us all."
And he walked into the shadows.
And that what was the first time I saw the Angel of Death.
But it wouldn't be the last before he carried me away from this existence.
