They were not born for guilt.
Their feathers still tremble from the wind of paradise - but their beaks bear cracks. Within those cracks lies a bitter truth. They tasted the fruit not out of thirst for sin, but for the same reason a star falls: simply because it could. Now their beaks crumble - not from age, but from awakening. Knowledge shatters form, and form cannot bear the weight of guilt. From one beak fall dice - This is no game. This is a judgment without a judge. "There is no way back after sin. There is only a path forward — without signposts."
— Albert Camus
