And God said to me, Write: Leave the cruelty to kings. Without that angel barring the way to love there would be no bridge for me into time. And God said to me, Paint: Time is the canvas stretched by my pain: the wounding of woman, the brother’s betrayal, the city’s sad bacchanals, the madness of kings. And God said to me, Go forth: For I am king of time. But to you I am only the shadowy one who knows with you your loneliness and sees through your eyes. He sees through my eyes in all ages.