We'll choose a place where there are no cars to poison the environment, and everyone gets around on bicycles, rollerblades and skateboards. We'll find a secret place to go when we want our peace, away from the confinement of our house, and there we shall stare at the peaks, pretending that we can reach out and touch them, and take the clouds in our hands. We'll get lost in our dreams of dreams.
Everyday we shall take out our kayaks and glide along the glass surface of the blue lake. When we tire we shall drift and lie back to observe the sky, and embrace the feeling of falling into the blue space. Up shall become down, and there, among the mountains and the water and the pine trees which guard the banks of the lake, we will live; a life like no other has ever known.
There we can be adventurers, and dreamers, and whatever else we wish to be. Perhaps that will be the closest we come to reaching divinity.