In one of the dedicatory poems to his verse play ?The Shadowy Waters? (1906), William Butler Yeats asks: ?Is Eden far away?? Do our woods and winds and verponds cover more quiet woods, More shining winds, more star-glimmering ponds? Is Eden out of time and out of space?? How do you answer such questions? We have only the vague elusive promptings of our own mysterious, troubled hearts to tell us that the Eden we long for is there, somewhere beyond the physical world which frames our existence, in...