Everything is focused on the canto of divine glory, to such a degree that the spectators' bodies seem to dissolve in the light, the sounds and the reflections as though they were losing their substance in a clarity so intense that it absorbs everything, that it was now impossible for anyone to distinguish the place's perspectives, the proportions of things, the consistency of the objects. Any psychology and any subjectivity seem to be challenged. It is there, in this path taken through the église des Célestins that each spectator is proposed a question: what is his political, social place, faced with the malfunctioning of existence?

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