Draw your own conclusion if you can.”
A soft snort of laughter echoes over the rhythms of the bird of paradise and I saw Eve frown thoughtfully, staring blankly:
“That means that our minds have been scanned, and this heaven is a mixture of what was found in our minds with what we wished for.”
“Scanned by whom, Eva?” I asked and looked around for an answer. Then I said:
“I’m sure there was a clear stream of clear water beyond the honey stream. But if you want to stay alive that’s the way it has to be, I said as seriously and as flatly as I could.”
Without fully understanding me, I saw her nod affirmatively. I felt a light touch somewhere in my inner self and after only a moment I gave up: at the foot of each tree appeared a harp that seemed to be made of gold and whose strings moved gently, seemingly moved only by the barely perceptible buoyancy that was rising around them.
