I wanted to capture something of the inner turmoil and creative
tensions that happen when a human being fully realizes for the first
time that he or she might actually be living in a hell of their own
choosing.
Whatever ultimately comes out of the angelic rebellion, the question will always
be: Does the angelic experiment justify all the pain and suffering incurred
for so many thousands of years? Has the end really justified the means?
"It’s a harsh school," will probably be the reply, "but
it produces hardy souls."