My God! Where is everyone? I can't sleep on this bed of gold. Give it all away. Light comes only from divine love. The world is a theater of everything we want. Goodbye monsters, hallucinations, catastrophes.

The perfect song of angels rises from the rescue ship. It is divine love. Two loves! I can die of my love for God or my love of the world. I have left those whose wounds will be deeper by my betrayal. Among the lost you choose me, but the others—are they not dear to me?

Save them!

—ARTHUR RIMBAUD, A SEASON IN HELL