We are the richest civilization in history for sensory pleasure. And we are miserable.
An Elegy for the Garden We Were Never Meant to Keep In the shadowed archives of human mythology, there exists a recurring dream: a place where pain does not exist, where every desire is met before the thought is finished, and where time dissolves into an eternal, sun-drenched present. This place has many names—Eden, Avalon, the Fortunate Isles—but the philosophers of antiquity gave it a more precise, more dangerous name: Hedonia . the legacy of hedonia: forbidden paradise
This is the hidden legacy of Hedonia: The 21st Century: We Live in the Ruins of Hedonia Welcome to the present. We have done it. We have built the Garden. We are the richest civilization in history for