"They looking back, all th' Eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late thir happie seat, Wav'd over by that flaming Brand, the Gate With dreadful Faces throng'd and fierie Armes: Som natural tears they drop'd, but wip'd them soon; The World was all before them, where to choose Thir place of rest, and Providence thir guide: They hand in hand with wandring steps and slow, Through Eden took thir solitarie way." - Milton, Paradise Lost (Book 12, 641-649)
Here's the deal: Adam and Eve could not live until they left Paradise; they could not live until they fell. Like Adam and Eve, I recently had my "Fall" episode, i.e. the month of January. I'm not going to recount January's events because it's time for me to move on, move forward: It's time for me to live.
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