A LAND CALLED EDEN

In the beginning, there was creation. Thus began the exhausting task: the task of labor. Life, in its essence, was the same: composed of metals, rocks, elements. Particles and ions. Everything was in multitudes - no end, no past, no future. Then began the fabric of corruption.

They did not know what they saw, everything was novel. Powerless, they progressed further down the road of the prospect of sin. But this story is not about the grasp for mere survival. Let me describe to you my Eden.

Imagine a plateau in a valley, surrounded by mountains. Imagine a realm where the very essence of creation blooms in a symphony of life and light. A haven of unparalleled splendor and tranquility, nested at the dawn of time.

Graceful winds, crystal-clear waters weaving threads of liquid silver, nourishing the earth. Towering emerald canopies, their boughs heavy with the fruits of every conceivable color. The fragrance of jasmine, rose, myrrh and fresh dew. A delicate lattice of life, the melodious songs of countless birds whose vibrant plumage dazzle.

A timeless symbol of paradise lost and the eternal human quest for redemption. An evocative vision of the world I once knew, a beacon of hope for what it might one day become.

A place where the presence of God Himself walks among the trees, where His voice sits my heart and soul once again. A place where we share divine companionship, a circle of love, understanding and pure joy.

My heart is burdened with the passage of time. A deep, unfulfilled yearning for my Eden. Years pass, the world around me begins to change. Our forests, once blooming with wildflowers and foliage turns barren. The clearest of streams grow murky, the cities drown out birdsong in constant revolutions.

But if you close your eyes, your mind begins to trace the outline of a map that leads Home. You drift into sleep, walking amongst the towering trees, their leaves whispering to you. You taste the fruit, the sweetness unlike anything you've ever known - the water of the rivers cool and clear on your hands. It becomes a virtual recluse from the deepest pains of life, a quiet enduring promise of a world beyond. maybe one day you will find a home.

But this is the present, and that is Paradise. Life has begun, only death remains in the Garden.