User:DarkIye

From Encyclopedia Dramatica

"And there are green fields, and blue clouded skies... iridescent... trees cast a cool long shadow across the dewy grass... a lark... speaks from a bush and passes his calls into the wind. And the scourge of man is not here, oh no! None of his tarmac keeping a dried leaf from returning to the earth, no bricks, nothing nature did not bear herself. And there is a great white palace, gleaming like a jewel, made not by man, but perfectly by the hand of God. Who knows how? Who knows from whence came the shining marble, the excellent gold that clothes the domes? All that matters is that this is my home, this sublime paradise, a symphony of colours and joys."