I know, I read it properly. It's just that I am leery of nostalgia, as it is never reflective of the reality. There are always other matters in the past that negated the positive things. As regards health in the past, my father mentioned a childhood friend never fully recovering from polio, mentioned how moronic doctors removed his tonsils because it was the fad at the time, and how he would have died for sure if he hadn't hidden away some drugs and antibiotics that his nurse had tried to force-feed him when he was a child, etc.
I am fond of nostalgia its really nothing to be leery about. Much of what we admire about Paleo man could be viewed as nostalgia. I personally believe nostalgia is indeed reflective of reality in the most significant of ways. I listen to the elders who speak of their childhood with such wonderment and love, while at the same time I know how poor many of them were and how terrible their living situations had been, and yet there is still that glimmer of joy when they tell of things long past, that gives me a feeling of being connected to something real. Reality itself is non existant outside of the reflexions of individual experience, at least as far as the human mind is concerned. If one individual negates a lifetime of sorrows and chooses only to construct a fragmented Eden of fond and fuzzy memories, then I give praise for the spirit of that individual to be able to transend the bounds of brutal reality. Eden is and will always be nothing more than a memory in the mind of the nostalgic fool, it has no physical existence, its sublime within a spiritual plain.
I am aware there are many biological factors that could keep a seeker from being able to reach the place of Eden. Sickness, poor upbringing, even neolithic foods can distroy any attempt that the spirit makes to construct the neo Eden. The earth has been crawling with those damned souls who never had a chance to even peek at what Eden has to offer. That being said, I believe that there are isolated terrestrial environments which are inhabited by humans that do provide the greatest opportunity for the power of imagination to envision Eden, and I believe Eden existed in small pockets throughout all of human history, though I agree the Neolithic age has put a damper on things. Yet I contest that Paradise still would pop up from time to time among people who were the salt of the earth. Even in our own time pieces of Eden can be found. Eden is real, it may only be witnessed by a small number of people and last only for a short while. Eden emerges through the accumulation of fond memories and that carried our ancestors through the darker days of life. The biblical Eden seemed to tell the story of mankinds fall from grace , My Eden is the attempt to recapture that lost innocence and return to heaven on earth. Perhaps Eden isn't the best word to describe what I have in mind, but its close enough to use to get my ideas across.
To be able to negate all the stupidity and brutality and cultivate a mind full of hope and dreams is a noble aspiration. I will continue the tradition of seeing things in hindsight and no matter how bad things were in reality they were never too bad( according to my memory). If I can free myself from the hindrances that hold back the minds ability to construct paradise while at the same time building up my endocrine system with this wonderful diet so my mind can maintain a balanced and effervescent peak, I see no reason that I cant create my own personal Eden, and one day I will tell my grandchildren about how wonderfull it was, even if it wasn't exactly as I remembered it.