"Inevitably then - and this is a classic stage of Erzulie's possession - she begins to weep. Tenderly they would comfort her, bringing forward still another cake, another jewel, pledging still another promise. But it would seem that nothing in the world would ever, could ever, answer those tears. In their real reasonable world there is no grief like this...With her knees drawn up, the fists clenched, the jaw rigid and the tears streaming from her tight-shut eyes, she is the cosmic tantrum - the tantrum not of a spoiled child but of some cosmic innocence which cannot understand - and will not understand - why accident should ever befall what is cherished, or why death should ever come to the beloved." - Maya Deren
