What happens when an angel moves over to the other side … the dark side? Is dark always bad? Who says so … and who decides? If we’ve never been to the dark side, how do we even know what is light? Does catharsis ever happen? How do we grow?
Up until then I’ve always admired the beauty of Ponte Sant’Angelo (The Bridge of Angels) from afar … the five arches, the golden sunsets, the purple hues of dusk, the lit basilica et al. I’ve felt inspired … I’ve felt blissful … and I’ve written poetry. But that day I was on the bridge, looking at the angel in the shadows … and thinking. Maybe life is like that. It makes us go through darkness … through hell. So eventually, we end up realizing what is light … what is heaven.
The beautifully lit Castel Sant’Angelo (Castle of the Holy Angel) was at the far end. The world is beautiful … but sometime to realize it we need to walk through the darkness.
