When we see just once a child losing its innocence, the concept we have of man cannot remain. Here, something unspeakable happens, with much effort symbolized, but which no words can specify. We remember Eden, we regret it, but the regret itself is dubious, because it is difficult to classify the experience as entirely bad. In the child, something is lost; but something is gained. The previous state certainly does not return, which is why there seems to be a kind of condemnation for the experience. But if it brings with it some sorrow and nostalgia, it opens up a new dimension. When the child loses its innocence, it begins to become consequential; and it is from this moment that merit can flourish.