Thoughts on Paradise
I think Paradise was something we once had and lost long ago. Something that is still out there, waiting to be found. It calls to us, a constant noise that with time we forget to hear. Paradise is waiting. It is, as a whole, somewhere quite possibly beyond our reach. But we can find pieces of it hidden in the strangest of places. Perhaps at the supermarket, in a bouquet of flowers that is not quite perfect, but to us looks right. Or under an overpass on the highway, in the lonely tumbleweeds that seem to remind us of something forgotten. It is in Faith, all Faith, be it in a church or under a labcoat. Things that to us seem natural, familiar when they should not be, may in fact be small glimpses of the thing which we constantly, and yet unknowingly, strive towards.
Paradise, to me, is the small glimmer of hope that graces us when th