"...Those condemned by birth to carry the Fall within them are wandering naked, hedonistic, through this Garden, fragile gods with blooming heads and beaming smiles; the Light is chasing after them to bathe them in its glow—even by night—but they just wander off, expanding, melting over the branches, bending and folding, their eyes tightly shut and everything else wide open, dilated, in order to suck at the world as the world—containing them—sucks at them".