* you know, i’ve been here for a very long time. and i remember many things. i remember being at a shoreline, watching a little gray fish heave itself up on the beach, and an older brother saying, “ don’t step on that fish, castiel. big plans for that fish.” I remember the tower of babel, all 37 feet of it, which i suppose was impressive at the time. and when it fell, they howled divine wrath. but come on, dried dung can only be stacked so high.
i remember cain and abel. david and goliath. sodom and gomorrah. and of course, i remember the most remarkable event —- remarkable because it NEVER came to pass. it was averted by two boys, an old drunk, and a fallen angel. the grand story.
we ripped up the ending, the rules, and destiny, leaving nothing but freedom and choice. which is all well and good, except … well, what if I’ve made the wrong choice? how am I supposed to know?
but I’m getting ahead of myself.
let me tell you my story. let me tell you everything.
