Ego's perspective

  Good times make, fed men weak While hard times make good men great Wildflowers easy-bloom all around But a flower from a rock, there stories abound A tree standing alone gets right and rain But a giant in the thicket conquered all that he reign A house cat may be pampered and fed But glory to the tiger prey-folk dread Hot steel in the furnace, purpose awake While cold steel simply bend to break   Breath is free but bread is not Make fleeting pleasure an afterthought Flavor your bread with the sweat of your brows Make sure you reap what your hard work ploughs Each number you crunch and the lyric you write Makes your own future that much bright   Suffering is not a part of life, its life itself You can either survive or start to live To live is to stand, to smile and to start again.    

  It was a perfectly ordinary day by all means. The sun was shining on him, radiating warmth. The ground beneath his feet, a sense of security. Sometimes the most extraordinary things happen on days like these. For instance, the death of God. Joy walked into his new high school. Head held high with an invisible effort and his smile constantly changing and correcting itself. He knew no one would dare tell him that he only got into this school because of his father, Archangel Gabriel, but he knew. Lucian Academy for Angels and Demons. Here the best and brightest of celestial offspring learn and, once in a while, get the opportunity to be an archangel, an honour of the highest order. Archangel Remiel was old enough to die soon and the students would jump at the chance to be him. When an old angel dies, his body is destroyed but his soul remains with all his knowledge and memories concerning himself. A new student is selected and his body is offered as host to the soul. And his young sou