Issac Newton looked at the wonders of light streaming through the cracks between the boards in a barn, and tried to imagine what they meant. A decade later, he came with an inadequate theory. Better to be like an angel and arrive at a perfect solution without thought. Better still to have a body that knows love.
Satan was, we are told, an angel, and he arrived at his perfect solution without effort I guess.
People who want to be angels are like people who want to be trees.
Barking mad.