Men were primitive in the eyes of angel beings as men are primitive in the eyes of wilier races.
My Ancestor Was an Ancient AstronautAngels had fallen, men have sinned. It does not mean that God has failed.
My Ancestor Was an Ancient AstronautInstead of fearing the future, I should live and enjoy the present, she told herself.
Misguided AngelWe are clay and nothing is real for us except the uncanny womb of Being into which we shall return.
The Time of the AngelsGod lives and works in history. The outward mythology changes, the inward truth remains the same.
The Time of the AngelsHer name is Angela, though she’s no angel. Dad, I can’t believe she replenishes us.
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