Flight into the stratosphere

The angel, having lived to a serious age, unwittingly became a philosopher. So that our hero was a little sad, pensive, disappointed ... The bow and arrows remained somewhere far on the ground, in the paradise groves. Reflections on the worldly vanity of people no longer occupy the thoughts of an angel. Everything goes in a certain circle, people are terribly predictable. The farther from the earth, the more calm and measured the thoughts of the angel become. Only in the immense space is there a system, order and peace.