Caravaggio Alof de Wignacourt painting

Caravaggio Alof de Wignacourt paintingBartolome Esteban Murillo Annunciation paintingGuan zeju Reflecting painting
they hid muttering beneath the Throne, daring to ask forbidden things: antiquestions. Is it right that. Could it not be argued. Freedom, the old antiquest. He calmed them down, naturally, a la god. Flattered them: you will be the instruments of my will on earth, of the salvationdamnation of man, all the usual etcetera. And hey presto, end of protest, on with the haloes, back to work. Angels are easily pacified; turn them into instruments and they'll play your harpy tune. Human beings are tougher nuts, can doubt anything, even the evidence of their own eyes. Of behind-their-own eyes. Of what, as they sink heavy-lidded, transpires behind closed peepers. . . angels, they don't have much in the way of a will. To will is to disagree; not to submit; to dissent.
I know; devil talk. Shaitan interrupting Gibreel.
Me?
The businessman: looks as he should, high forehead, eaglenose, broad in the shoulders, narrow in the hip. Average height, brooding, dressed in