To the innocent there are neither cherubim nor angels.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 1, p. 394, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
In this busy modernized age, it's easy to be blind to the light all around us. You see, there truly are real angels living amongst us that look just like you and I. If you pay attention, you can spot one because they're quite easy to find. They're the souls with the eternally deep eyes that always act like something is broken inside, but fail to realize it's just their wings.