To look around at the milling human throng , one might become thoughtful. Each face is subtly unique. What does it signify? Cats and Dogs of the same breed, have the same face, same facial appearence..
So maybe the difference in the faces of humans indicate that within each human form resides a soul that was once the sum of an alien breed from an alien star, and somehow we have all ended up in a galactic zoological garden; this Earth..
the alien line subtly shape and stretch our visage, until it is a unique marker within the garden..
There has been previous stories about one race collecting other intelligent species in a zoo for observation. This story suggest we are alien souls looking out of an average fleshform. On this garden planet we orbit within an anicent space empire long dead ..
When observing Living Entities, limbs lifting and eyes seeing , we can focus on the goodness, even beauty , of the form. But each eyeball is a fragile gelatin bubble..and disease and accident can make a human moan and wish for an ending to pain, an end to being caught in this Material Reality..
And if the injury of accidents were not enough , some humans will cause suffering to others…And animal vivisection .. Cows kept in pens with standing room only, inseminated artificially, so that milk can be taken from them. Also taken from the cow is her Calf, to be slaughteted and eaten by the hungry mouths of humans..
Those are some of the Qualities of our material reality..another quality is the Gravity of matter ; all matter pull at all other matter.. So, taking a chance , and claiming that matter is Wrong and Error.. then it’s opposite , the Celestial Realm , must be Good..
and since God is the good entity that is as non-material as possible , then God might be some kind of Anti-Matter, his precence blooming out as anti-gravity..or Dark Energy that seems to be ripping our cosmos apart, each little bit of matter coming apart from every other little part..
The Great Rip..think about it ; all the horrors and ugliness dissolved ..fishooks, nylon thread and surgeon masks ; all coming apart into more and more minute particles , a song of freedom, the Undoing of Hell..