Sparkle, sparkle, little sparks around your body. You are an angel. You are beaming and floating in the air. Aren't you tired, not living but also not dying? You have no flesh, skeleton is not your thing. What is your favorite meal for breakfast? How do you like your morning coffee? Do you play chess? What is your favorite TV show? What do you do when it's the commercial break? You don't even get to taste your own tongue. You are doing all the chores while God has allΒ Β the fun. Come to the ground. Come, come here. Come down here. I can give you the world. I can give you my tongue. I can give up this flesh.