Spiritual Forum

I don`t know how much of you ever read Paradise Lost, maybe in school or any literature course. It is an amazing piece of humanity and of course courage in these times Milton lived.

Milton is asking God about his morality making the Devil not a main part in the human drama of the paradise story. Paradise Lost is thus a piece of the upcomimg courage of humans to ask questions instead of being silent and saying nothing. A nice read would be here:http://records.viu.ca/~johnstoi/eng200/milton.htm.

And here I ask you to read the end of Milton`s work. It always made me a kind of sad or at least pondering, always. It belongs to my deep treasures I keep in my heart, because I feel like Adam and Eve on a way of life - expelled from paradise nevertheless being on my long way home...

(Text you may find by yourself).

"So spake our Mother Eve, and Adam heard
Well pleas'd, but answer'd not; for now too nigh [ 625 ]
Th' Archangel stood, and from the other Hill
To thir fixt Station, all in bright array
The Cherubim descended; on the ground
Gliding meteorous, as Ev'ning Mist
Ris'n from a River o're the marish glides, [ 630 ]
And gathers ground fast at the Labourers heel
Homeward returning. High in Front advanc't,
The brandisht Sword of God before them blaz'd
Fierce as a Comet; which with torrid heat,
And vapour as the Libyan Air adust, [ 635 ]
Began to parch that temperate Clime; whereat
In either hand the hastning Angel caught
Our lingring Parents, and to th' Eastern Gate
Led them direct, and down the Cliff as fast
To the subjected Plaine; then disappeer'd. [ 640 ]
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; [ 645 ]
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."

Hand in hand with wandring steps and slow... on our way home, but maybe hand in hand...

I always connected these words with a piece of Tom Waits, I know, this is strange, but listen: