You hold it really close to you, and you open up that door to believing that you can make it. I took a walk through this beautiful world felt the cool rain on my shoulder found something good in this beautiful world i felt the rain getting colder sha, la, la, la, la sha, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la, la, la sha, la, la, la, la, la, la anthony hawaii is america, as american as anything could possibly be. Yet, it also never shed what was there before and the layers and layers that have come since. Its a wonderful, tricky, conflicted, mutant hell broth in what, for lack of a better word, youd have to call paradise. Paul nowheres paradise. Paradises dont exist. Paradise is, kind of, in your head. Anthony wait, wait a minute. You look out your window here and you look at those hills, those mountains, all that green, that blue sky, and gem clear sea. It, it sure looks like paradise to me. This guy knows, hes been everywhere. Hes paul theroux, novelist, essayist, and legendary traveler and