On Fallen Angels

Have you ever felt like a fallen angel? I know I have. No, not demonic horned things with leathery wings. That's probably what they look like in Hollywood. No, it's more of a feeling. The feeling of having touched something so infinite, seeing so many things and then suddenly being unable to do that anymore. The feeling of being able to reach out and do whatever the imagination permits, and then reaching out with the will and finding it gone. There are times when I feel this inexplicable hatred against all of creation, and how it should be utterly destroyed in a slow manner that would please me. Yet during others it is like touching a tree, feeling its lifeblood slowly rising to the leaves and thinking about how beautiful creation really is. You can touch something and know more about it than should be possible through a simple touch. You can perceive things that the simple, crude senses should not be able to perceive. All in all, it is the nagging knowledge that there are so many things to perceive and so much knowledge already had, but it's all stuffed away somewhere. I guess that's how fallen angels feel.