Rhythmic Philosophy

While rowing through the canal, we seemed extremely likely to be encapsulated in the Eden of emerald, and all our worldly feelings were ricocheting off our transcendental magnetic field. It’s very typical of the dead sea to have such kind of water, but it’s really a matter of quite riddle that at the foot of hills; through the dense green forests along with awesome tea gardens; on the surface of the Green-tree Ocean, it was just mysterious bluish-green/greenish-blue slithering tresses of Aphrodite sloshing gently back and forth inside the deepest portion of our exotic thoughts and sometimes overflowing over the edges of two synergic hearts. It’s too esoteric to understand the reason why the water is so heavenly, so.... so paradisiac.