Golden times come slow...

For the most, the last few months, I have felt separated and cut off from the world around me, but occasionally, when the moon was at its peak, I've felt the universe inside of my soul, slowly expanding into the infinite. I hope I'll have that feeling again, and that next time it won't go away so fast. That's the dim, misty outline of this story that's also told so often, of how we once lived in a golden age in garden of Eden ... how that world was lost, and how we some day may be able to get it back again. ... This story of the loss and regaining of identity is, I think, the framework of all life. You are a stone, thrown upon a lake. But the ripples you create will never make you still.