See what rage transports our Adversary, whom no bounds prescribed, no bars of Hell, nor all the chains heaped on him there, or yet the main abyss wide interrupt can hold. So bent he seems on desperate revenge, that shall redound upon his own rebellious head.
And now through all restraint broke loose he wings his way not far off heaven in the precincts of light, directly towards the new created world and man there placed, with purpose to assay if him by force he can destroy, or worse, by some false guile pervert, and shall pervert, for man will harken to his glozing lies, and easily transgress the sole command, sole pledge of his obedience. So will fall, he and his faithless progeny. Whose fault? Whose but his own? Ingrate, he had of me all he could have; I made him just and right, sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.
Such I created all the ethereal Powers and Spirits, both them who stood and them who failed. Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell. - Milton
It would be great if you could quiet your mind for a moment to absorb these paintings. They are relatively still. - Okenyo