(45) Verschnaufende Einsamkeit
There was something of that in the air after the rain and in the spring air on the first fine days as the snow melts. Whether you are alone in the city or the countryside, what you feel comes from the harshest depths of the mind.
For some unknown reason, every living being remembers deep in their unconscious the earth as it was before the appearance of any life other than vegetation.
This unconscious memory fades at death.The silent earth, without men, animals, or insects, just water, soil, vegetation, and the sky, filled with vapour rising from everywhere, as if stemming from the earliest beginnings before any yesterday existed.
It also known as embodying a new start or something so freshly born there are still small fumes of birth vapour lifting in the air. That is paradise! Like the Garden of Eden, but without humans, gods and animals, not even insects, crickets and flies!
It seems familiar to me and worth mentioning. Where do we find similar conditions today outside the earth's atmosphere? Cemeteries are the most closely related because intended to replicate or symbolize "paradise", but they are mostly reserved for the psychosocial use of the living. In funeral homes also, when a dead person is placed in a coffin surrounded by flowers, real or artificial, it doesn't matter; that's alluding to paradise!
There is no one in paradise, not even angels. Any place without humans, animals, and gods is heaven. It's easier to find paradise outside of Earth's atmosphere. In that respect, the universe is paradisiac. All the shadowy areas you see, most of what you see, is heaven.
No one will dispute that usually, to be or go to paradise, aside from near-death experiences and the like, the only way to paradise is death, after death.
Why? Why is there so much death around paradise? Here's the big secret: because paradise is when you're dead, paradise is death. The rising vapour is the condensation of last breaths, of solitude taking its breath back.
