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 surrounding it 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.
I want to go somewhere where the rain is like thunder and the sky is like an ocean; where everything around me is so loud I cannot hear my brains thoughts; screams running through my skull and wrapping around my