Without a halo around their heads, does a paradise exist in the world of trees? Is it only invisible to an incompetent people? With one sky above our heads, we are somehow staying in an earthly paradise.
Under their shelter, in a poolside office, how relaxing a spider is to lie in a hammock, wearing sunglasses, drinking ice-cold cola and singing "We will rock you". Yes, what if.
And a slow snail is faster than me; it crawls out from the vantage point when I am ready, but it will never laugh since the echoes in the shell is deafening.
Everyone lives in an earthly paradise; it is not metaphysical.