As I was wandering with my unhappy thoughts,
I looked and saw
that I had come into a sunny place—
familiar and yet strange.
“Where am I?” I asked a stranger.
“Paradise.”
“Can this be Paradise?” I asked, surprised, for there were motor cars and factories.
“It is,” he answered. “This is the sun that shone on Adam once,
the very wind that blew upon him, too.
Charles Reznikoff