I dreamed of a place of perfection in meditation. I started in the woods, by a lovely little creek. I followed along this creek until I reached a shimmering waterfall. This waterfall is the key to my little world, because it symbolizes replenishment. Everything will constantly be replenished. Nothing will ever run dry, just like the creek will not dry out. I finally averted my attention after a few brief moments and wandered to the northeast. I found myself entering a vast area covered with fields. In each bright green field, there was a different crop. I then wandered southwest. There was an orchard filled with delicious fruits, and behind the orchard was a beautiful garden, with every lovely flower and plant imaginable. I then took to wandering back west a little, and found myself in a vacant place full of green grass and hills. I decided to head southward, since I hadn’t gone that direction yet. I saw a large building coming up in the distance, and decided to see what it was. It was a mansion, for all those who enter this peaceful world. There was a room for each kind; one for the poets, one for the artists, one for the historians and philosophers, one for the scientists, and so on. The best part of my little dreamland was it was for only those of pure hearts and souls. There was someone for everyone, and love was always mutual. There was no heartbreak, no adultery, and no lying. When I came out of my meditation, I found myself longing to return.

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