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That Depth Though
A Certain Kind of Eden, written by Kay Ryan, is actually really deep. So deep, in fact, that if you jumped into the deepest depths of the ocean, you'd feel like you're walking on a sandbar. The giant metaphor is about planting your seeds in your Eden, and even if you try to bury some of them, they'll always make they're way right back. Regrets are something you can't escape. When you can't escape the roots of your past, they reach out and grab you and pull you down and eat you like the plant in Little Shop of Horrors. This is why you don't feed your past, like a giant Venus fly trap, any blood whatsoever. The past will only come back around and bite you in the butt-- or swallow you whole.