We are assured by the experience of aesthetic contemplation that paradise is a reality.
The Dance of Shiva, Ananda K. Coomaraswamy
A ground squall sweeping northwards across Inchinnan.
You can learn a lot about the self by watching the theatrics of the sky.... movement, process, transformation...
In Celtic mythology, paradise was often connotated as the finn magh, or the 'white field', which could easily refer to the sky (around Britain, most assuredly closer to white than blue) as well as the ocean, and those higher snow-bound plateaux such as the highlands and lowlands or simply the peripheral plains of the midland valley.
There's something deeply nutritional about being able to see the weather coming. Thoreau once wrote of the joyous quality of the vast draughts of space that allowed a traveller to see a stranger approaching from miles off. Well, here, the equation is the same with a couple of small variable changes.
Every creature needs a perch, and not just a nest. Indeed, I might go so far as to say that every creature needs several perches from where to gaze upon the remembered earth. And as far as Glasgow goes, being a valley with hills on all sides, there are an unlimited amount of perches and pulpits from where to contemplate, and subsequently receive the assurance that paradise is a reality!
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