J.r.r. TolkienWe all long for Eden, and we are constantly glimpsing it: our whole nature at its best and least corrupted, its gentlest and most human, is still soaked with the sense of exile.
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The period of time between the fall of Adam and the fall of man was an idyllic time, until he disobeyed God. When Adam and Eve sinned, they lost their innocence, and brought death into the world. This became a huge problem for them as then they had to live in a corrupted world. The only way for them to live in an Eden-like state again was through Christ's sacrifice on the cross.
Source: The Letters Of J.r.r. Tolkien
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