The ultimate crime-based society is one where everyone is criminal and no one is aware of the fact.
“The censer sways
And glowing coals some art have
To free what frankincense before held fast
Till all the summer of the eastern farms
Doth dim the sense, and dream up through the light,
As memory, by new-born love corrected—
With savour such as only new love knoweth—
Through swift dim ways the hidden pasts recalleth.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: Of Incense”