Scriptural She hardly could conceptualise without the evidence of her eyes, the touted, much praised, paradise that haunted all her childhood dreams, had taken up so many reams, so many books that burst their seams with images; an imagined place the faithful wanted to embrace before it vanished without trace. How could it vanish? Some might say, 'surely it is here to stay, our place assured, although the way's so potholed with each vice and sin you wonder how you can begin to recognise the door marked In.' So she decided to forget her wonderings of the Begetter; further musing might upset her. Respecting, though, the people who, through faith, believed it all was true, whose happiness was like a glue that bound together broken hearts, the sum much greater than the parts; unlike the knave who stole the tarts she left them basking in their bliss, feeling it would be remiss to share with them her deep abyss.