Imagine with me a time when the words good and evil, beautiful and ugly, no longer have any meaning. A world where the eye can only see wholeness and totality, and all that can be heard is harmony. A place where there can be no heresy, because the heart will make no distinctions. Where the wholeness is broken, that’s where man begins. Now we fret for the pieces, and forget what made the paste. It’s what we can’t see that compels us to love. The beauty that’s invisible belongs to God. The Devil is the viceroy of the visible, the Duke of the world, dowered with riches and wonderful things. The choice is clear. Satan in shining jewels, or Jesus in the shadows. There are the devoted, and there are the dupes. Don’t think that God doesn’t know the difference.

Jean Cocteau
Bacchus
(Translated by Thomas Caron)