Wednesday, April 11, 2018

In the Garden of Eden


Occasionally. I’m tempted. To withdraw from the world. Yes. To become a total recluse. Go into hiding, more or less.  No more TV, radio, newspapers. No more Internet.  I’d stop paying attention to the civilized world.  Pretending. That I’m stranded on a desert island. Yes. Yes. Withdrawal has appeal. I could adjust. And be happy. I’d probably bump into people I know. When out for a walk. Or shopping for groceries and other vitals. But soon. People would think that I’m mentally unstable. And leave me alone. I’d be thankful for that. Actually, I’d find sanity. In being a recluse. In going my own way. Without explanation. I’d while away my time. By conversing with Mother Nature. And the creator himself. Yes, a guy who may not exist. I’d also read a pile of novels. Yes. Fiction, fiction and more fiction. Maybe I’d get a sense of what it must have been like for the mythical Adam. The first man. To set foot. In the Garden of Eden. --Jim Broede

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