Paradise Found...

within yellowed parchment pages and honeyed words, do i gallivant and grace worlds enchanted with all things, strange, wonderous and infinitely beautiful. you may sinfully indulge in flagons of sapphire wine, or rise above all, to bite the Sun. you may tread on the hallowed path of the Downward Spiral and rot, only to find yourself more whole and replete than ever before... Paradise was not lost, it has never been lost... It does not wane with the falling of the golden grain in the hour glass, but starves, etiolated as They choose to seek it cheaply elsewhere