There was a stretch of "good time". I think on it only occasionally, as if being careful of not consuming too much food from a limited supply.

The beginning of what would come to be known as the "Age of Sloth". We had retreated from humanity to live in the clouds, and spent much of our time observing, thinking, talking, planning.

At the time some of our number when bored would go and sleep for many weeks, or read ancient books, or create fantastic meals. Mr. Crow told some very funny jokes.

Days, years, decades went by with not much changing. It was at times suffocating, and yet somehow painfully sweet to think back on.

If we succeed or fail, perhaps especially if we succeed, those memories will be even more precious. 

I hope that they will stay with me.

-Personal writings of The High Angel