"An angel in white stone, whose wing tips merge, in the winter light, with the high hawk-colored cliff behind the village - this stone angel holds the wrist of a soldier, whose legs have already given way, and who is slumping into death. The angel does not save him, but appears somehow to lighten the soldier's fall. Yet the hand which holds the wrist takes no weight, and is no firmer than a nurse's hand taking a pulse. If his fall appears to be lightened, it is only because both figures have been carved out of the same piece of stone."

~John Berger

(david horvitz)