Flask: He’s got a brightly flushed face, very patchy. You shall bite; you shall break the skin. This is the way you shall bow before the idols; this is the way you shall care for your idols; this is the way you shall set up your ancestral shrine; these are the images you shall have at your ancestral shrine. These are your rituals and these are the meanings of your acts of worship. This is your superstitious cosmology and this is your living system of belief. These are your spells and charms, spells and charms. Your system of belief forms a perfect circle, with reasons behind reasons and propositions behind propositions. There shall be holy books and holy books and holy books, prophet after prophet after prophet. You shall write and drink and eat and dream with holy inspiration, work and rest and live and play with sacred inspiration. These are the thousands of eyes that sit watching; you shall appease them by showing them only flowers and incense and dances and beauty. I am the spirit and you are the flesh; I am the plan and you are the action. This is your loveliness and this is your sweetness—how very dear you are to my heart.