What are words.
Paradise is a strange word. A noun. A place. Yet, what confines man?
Riffle through the pages of time and the result is generations told in ink.
Odes, lyric poems, so beautiful, complex. Yet, merely extensions of desire.
Stories. Another interesting word. Existences outside physical space.
Ephemerality. For man passes in a day. Yet, a day of paradise. A day stretching infinity.