Whether we look or whether we listen, we hear life murmur or see it glisten. The poet describes what fills the description of the Garden of Eden from verdant plants and lilies against the blue sky. The earth is a garden. We do not know of any other planet so described. We know of ways to devastate it. We are given, in this fiction novel, a way to preserve it. We are certainly not the only celestial body in the region of space that is over 600 B. with B. billion cubic light-years in size. Back on our speck on a speck earth, our big worry may be preserving our planet. Our story may be fiction, but our solar system is real. The advice is not new, but it may be good enough to take.