Whatever you want it to be.
(Jorge Luis Borges felt that paradise would be a library, rather than a garden, and, for many, this would be paradise. I know I would like it. But it would not fit everybody. Some might feel anxious forever, whether because reading is not for them or because, despite having forever, they still feel like they could never read it all.
For paradise to be paradise, it surely needs to be whatever you want it to be, a completely changeable and controllable tailored experience. Whether gardens or libraries or… well, a little bit of everything you love.
And that’s just the paradise beyond. Creating paradise now is trickier but, in your mind, you can wonder about paradise here, and beyond, if your own patch is not quite there yet.
And, perhaps, this is what our last moments will be. Creating that paradise, whatever you want it to be, as your final neurons fire.)
