The inglorious angels speak of Incarnation as The Great Betrayal – the breaking of every existent code and convention of divinity, an infidelity if there ever was one. In touching the young Jewish girl God’s reputable chastity fell scarlet. The contact with Mary’s waiting flesh sowed the seed for God’s new electric skin. He then grew alive to every breeze, sensitive to the appearances of the moon, bent to give and to offer but just as temptable to taking, and the longing. And all that loss of position for what? The oldest excuse in the world: Love.