May that ground gape, and swallow me alive, / Where I shall kneel to him who slew my father!

Thus Mercury cures the holes which it has provoked and other Arsenicals do likewise.

Through the high wood echoing shrill: Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; Sometime walking, not unseen, And cropful out of doors he slings

The Edenic local, by contrast, is a cheap imitation, the product of a society that displaces itself, that produces not just space junk but also junkspace.