paradise is sometimes gan eden. there's a little bit of diffuse glow on the meaning, i think, like geh hinnom being sort of broadly an idea of what's being evoked with destruction in the lake of fire, or even maybe more nebulously the judgement of the unrighteous. I think that the idea of a place where the glory of heaven (heaven of heavens? ?!?!) meets some pretty special choice land on earth, where there is communion with the divine and the terrestrial, through messengers, medecine, metapsience, marvelous materialisation, on and on. Is this a place on earth guarded by a flaming sword that flashes, or is it somewhere afar from the shores of the mundane somehow? count the angels, who knows. Paradise is not a place for me, i can barely take care of myself some days. Where is a place for me? A pauper's grave, looks like.
I look at it, and other than something puzzling and perhaps troubling to a very few rare individuals who have considered it, I won't really amount to very much in a world where there's not much really to amount to, and that's fine with me.
invisible intelligence insecticide hidden agendas you are dying you are dead undead undead undead forever night in just the right light nervous system conspiracy creeps
i got those chewed up spit on runned down danged old dirty dimension blues
married to the game, i guess. the game? can somebody loan me thirty bucks?