In the red and purple times, with the fabric and tassels and all the rest of that ocean, there were many twos of things. There were twos of trees and leaves and sexes and steams, and even many twos of threes. Of these twos, a whistle and a flute. That is, the sounds of evil and good. The two forces collided for masses of years, making robots and men with crying faces. It made things shiny and opened naked bodies. Evil was cloaked and shrouded in smoke, as evil tends to be, and when he extended a hand for shaking, the hand of Good was nowhere to be seen. Before Evil could spot Good 's finger tease the trigger, his eyes got soft like darkness and blankets.