Over this shapeless mass reigned a careless deity called Chaos, whose personal appearance could not be described, as there was no light by which he could be seen. […] A people thus favoured could not fail to be happy, and many were the songs in praise of their sunny land. […] Jupiter could scarcely credit what he saw. […] No one was in sight as far as she could see. […] He could, however, discover nothing but some broken twigs and scattered leaves.