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Some say the Garden of Eden was a myth, that such a beautiful
place never existed. The Universe is a cold forbidding inhospitable place, a place filled with frozen gases, balls of fire, cosmic radiation that can fry one alive, dead planets, frozen asteroids and meteoroids. Huge deadly volumes of space with no discernible purpose. There is a place, at least one place where things came together. Eons of star formation and destruction seeding the cosmos with the periodic table that, along with gravity cobbled together one speck of blue. A place that was warm, had water, breathable atmosphere and a magnetic force field keeping deadly radiation at bay. Somehow in the deadly darkness of the void, paradise was forged, a blue pearl, a Garden of Eden, a place to call home. © 2016 E.J. Waling |
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Added on December 5, 2016 Last Updated on December 5, 2016 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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