A smaller world

I seek a shore where I can fence in a patch of the horizon with trees or reeds. Where, gathering infinity, I can have the sense that: there are no machines or very few; there are no soldiers or very few; there are no weapons or very few, and those few aimed at the exit of the forests with wolves; or that there are no merchants or very few at remote points on the earth where paved roads have not yet been laid. God hopes that at least in the poets' sobs paradise will never cease to exist. By Nikiforos Vrettakos (From Turtle Rock)