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Not too many years ago an artist drew a portrait of an angel sitting in the rain in a gutter. The artist then asked herself, why? Why is he so utterly downtrodden, this creature of heaven? Eight years later she finally got her answer.

He was meant to represent the state of life and the price of wisdom.

He was meant to represent a publishing house that specializes in writing literature about reality. Not a pretty, painted over, happily-ever-after-reality. But a reality that is even more gorgeous than happily ever after. A reality that is full of the things that make something decadent. A beauty so big it can hold sadness and tragedy and loss. And in all this kind of beauty, something bigger and more esoteric unfolds, more visceral and poetic and magical than what most people feign to be.

Why does the world feign perfection?

Perfection is in the imperfection. (I bet the Jones’ would beg to differ!) It is a constant striving for what is bigger than us–that makes perfection. It is in this constant striving that we find ourselves in the gutter now and again. But even in the gutter is there a creature more beautiful? The creature in the gutter beckons you ask this question: Why is this angel so utterly downtrodden?

Well, a downtrodden angel is most unusual, so not indicative of what we know angels to be. Does he not pique your curiosity?

The Angel’s books and stories…beckon the same question. Each story is a little beautiful. A little sad. A little magical. A little mundane. A little unusual. And a lot interesting. And all of it celebrates what it means to be alive.

Kind of like the angel sitting in the gutter.