I hope that when we get beyond this world, we get The Answers. All The Answers we can think of, and lots more besides. In order for us to understand The Answers, all the petty distractions of self and subjectivity have to be loosened, or lost entirely. I think that in this state, being able to see and understand the bigger picture of everything, might be what we would call angelic - after all, if you had all The Answers, and all the understanding to accomodate them, surely you could not help but be very kind to those you can see still struggling toward their own Answers...
Have you read Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman? Aziraphale (an angel) and Crowley (a demon) are discussing armageddon, and the fact that neither of them really want it to happen because they actually quite like the earth. Crowley uses the metaphor of a tiny bird grinding down a mighty mountain to demonstrate the concept of eternity...
"Listen," said Crowley urgently, "the point is that when the bird has worn down the mountain to nothing, right, then-"
Aziraphale opened his mouth. Crowley just knew he was going to make some point about the relative hardness of birds' beaks and granite mountains, and plunged on quickly.
"-then YOU STILL WON'T HAVE FINISHED WATCHING The Sound Of Music."
Aziraphale froze.
"And you'll ENJOY it," Crowley said relentlessly. "You really will."
"My dear boy -"
"You won't have a choice."
"Listen - "
"Heaven has no taste."
"Now -"
"And not one single sushi restaurant."
A look of pain crossed the angel's suddenly very serious face.
Heaven?
Have you read Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman? Aziraphale (an angel) and Crowley (a demon) are discussing armageddon, and the fact that neither of them really want it to happen because they actually quite like the earth. Crowley uses the metaphor of a tiny bird grinding down a mighty mountain to demonstrate the concept of eternity...
"Listen," said Crowley urgently, "the point is that when the bird has worn down the mountain to nothing, right, then-"
Aziraphale opened his mouth. Crowley just knew he was going to make some point about the relative hardness of birds' beaks and granite mountains, and plunged on quickly.
"-then YOU STILL WON'T HAVE FINISHED WATCHING The Sound Of Music."
Aziraphale froze.
"And you'll ENJOY it," Crowley said relentlessly. "You really will."
"My dear boy -"
"You won't have a choice."
"Listen - "
"Heaven has no taste."
"Now -"
"And not one single sushi restaurant."
A look of pain crossed the angel's suddenly very serious face.