Though your sins are as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be as red as crimson, they shall be as white as wool.
"God is dead a long time ago. My dear Fedya, you see, violent joy must have a violent end."
"Now that God is dead, sister, everyone can be God."
What a shame, we are all too greedy.
The text quotes from Isaiah and Shakespeare
Concept: Have we ever had a cold autumn night?
