True innovation comes from faith in the future.
To supply an explicit moral tag to an evolving and compulsive dramatic image seems to me facile, impertinent and dishonest.
Every place has its own rhythm, its own way of marking time.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.