Do not presume you know all that is divine. Deity, Angel, and Demon, all, know of the aetherous forms that flit between the spaces between stars. That weave their trails among the threaded fabric of space and time. Those which have no body but who's reach spans galaxies, timelines, and existence itself. Do not assume you can grasp all it means to be divine. Remember who you were, who you will be, and who you always are, with great love and cherishment and pride. But know and be humbled by those who dance between the seconds and cry among floating dust. Those who are here, but also there. Those who's existence is questionable one day and undeniably true in the barest of seconds after midnight. Respect the Otherly Ones among us, for they still flit and weave. For they still reach just as far. For they still dance and cry alongside us. For they are us. And yet will never be us.