Greenery flows from horizon to horizon, a vision

of Gaea's virginity. Natural silence of aritficial

noise surounds this realm. Every tree is a

shrine to the goddess to whom they are

attributed and every hill and rock a high place.

Up to my calves in cold waters, I wade in the

streams; the currents split around my legs as

beaded sweat pours down my body in the August

sun. Silence save the birds and the breeze...

Here...

Here is my Walden Pond...

Deep within these thickets i am alone. Here to

refresh oneself from the tedium of the Euclidean

Modern. The breath of Life itself flows between

the branches on the breeze... Immerse me!

Body and Soul! I am sold to here! Let me

me commune with it... with the world that

lies beyond the human comatose...

Here...

Here is Elysium...

This place! Strip it of it's human name! Let it remain

without title or label! We do not own it's lavish

temples or the denizen within! Camden, merely a

title... Camden, merely a name amongst many names

Which fade with time and are heard no more coming

forth from the lips of mankind... Here, this is true

liberty! Man, God and Gaea, my fair lady...

Amongst friends, I linger here...

Here...

This is primordial Eden...

Human foot has trod where i do, to seek respite from

their brothers' and sisters'... to once more meet with

their ancient queen so beautiful in grand escape... to

cleanse the mind and find peace amongst the pines

and the dogwood... the lady slippers and the lowly

grass... beneath both the shining Helios and the vast

myriad of Nyx's glimmering expanse... here they come...

For here...

Here is the unnamed Paradise...

Here, solitude, of which i partake...

Here... my Camden...