The Angel & The Man

Man:

Your perfection is not perfection but something else! In darkness not often a candle is perceived yet it glows. If you see chains where I see freedom, then what can I say to you?

Angel:

Corruption spreads, O foolish Man! What once was single, is now manifold and beside its shadow even your flowers turn dark yet darkness does not know itself to be dark nor light knows itself to be bright.

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