"Let us not bother with heaven or hell." - Senso, 1954, by Luchino Visconti

The Waning Moon

And like a lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth wrapped in a gauzy
veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading
brain,
The moon arose in the murky East,
A white and shapeless mass-

-Percy Bysshe Shelley