An Advent call for light long promised to those dwelling in darkness.
O Rising Sun, splendor of eternal light and sun of justice, come and enlighten those who sit in darkness and the shadow of death.
O Antiphons—12.21
⌨ ᴛʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᴏᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʙˡᵘᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵉᵐ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵇˡᵒᵍ
This world was never meant to be heaven, but even in its darkness we can still find hints of light and goodness.
This world was never meant to be heaven. It runs on money, power, and survival—things that can make people bend their values. No system is foolproof. You add audits, rules, and penalties, but someone will always find a way around them.
Rules exist not to make earth perfect, but to keep life from falling into chaos. They don’t erase greed, but they set boundaries. Without them, disorder would take over.
So don’t expect people to act like angels. The real test is to stay human in a place that pushes us to be less—to live with integrity, bring light into the dark, and keep hoping even when greed runs the game.
If angels won’t walk this earth as humans, then maybe it’s our turn to try—in small ways, in everyday choices, showing that even here, a hint of goodness still exists. Like salt that adds flavor in a bland world, and light that makes the night less frightening. We can’t perfect this place, but we can slow down the rot and help others see a little more clearly while we’re here.
Track: “We Are Not Alone” — from the album Angels
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