Fascinating question.
Paradise became distasteful when I learned that mates who die cannot remarry when they are resurrected. Although I could understand that their resurrection might have deprogrammed their own desire for marriage to anyone, let alone their previous faithful mate, I could find no logical reconciliation for the surviving mate would have faithfully remained single through Armageddon just on the chance that the “They are like angels” rule might be bunk.
The Revelations Book’s artistic visions of heaven were too fascinating a look from the outside in. Why are humans, however faithful, supposed to not want to participate in such an awesome place if we’re allowed to conceive of it by seeing illustrations of it in a book? Who is it that gets to decide and enforce what Paradise residents are allowed to want to see, when all that they might want to see is good, holy, proper, etc?
In high school biology class we saw photographs of fish whose teeth could not possibly have ever been used to eat seaweed. They were meant for one thing, and unless the photograph itself was lying, God had created something designed for a very violent existence in such a place as Paradise. There was no way those teeth could have evolved in only 6000 years due to some corruption of the natural world.
The Society’s resistance to nature worship made for a very tense relationship. On one hand we are required to look at “Creation” to verify to ourselves how awesome a Creator we have, but no matter “how wonderfully we are made,” we are not allowed to “worship the creation.” First of all the burden of proof is circular, but then you’re not even allowed to go hog wild with that initial circular reasoning. Added to that, we have to still wear clothes unlike how things were in Eden, and not just comfortable pieces of cloth for modesty, but non-casual clothing that we would not wear for equivalent yard labor now? Something was amiss.
There’s also a Marxist/anti-Marxist angle to consider: The multi-bedroom residences that look out over very high visual value terrain, frequently including a lake, are, for some older people who remember, not precisely signals of wealth, status and hierarchical hegemonies. It used to be in the heyday that such a rural setting of 4, 5, 10 acres with high visual value mountains or waterways was affordable on one income, assuming it was sufficiently far from the city proper. However, there was always a high degree of apparent yard maintenance for such vast tracts of estate. WHO is it that has to do all that, and WHAT value is accrued by doing it? Is the meaning of Paradise to sit on a tractor and mow acres of grass every week just so that it can be in tip top shape when the future-traveling cartoonographers from the twentieth-century WTBTS stopped by to take a snapshot? Doesn’t such saturation in the work of creating such a Paradise reduce the very value placed upon the Paradise-ality of such Paradise? The only way to maintain the Paradise-ality is to have an anti-Marxist hegemony of property owners who “appreciate,” and the non-owning laborers who make, the Paradise-ness of Paradise. I.E. the residents of such a place could not retain the same cathexis placed upon it by modern JWs if they themselves were responsible for maintaining its Paradise-ness.
I would love to see a hard-core ass-kicking article in an archaeology journal that traces the emergence of the |idea| of “““““paradise””””” from the pre-historic Mesopotamian climatic peak for horticultural gathering (non-argricultural) up through the initial usages of a nostalgic Hebrew “garden” up through the Greek deployment of sacred geography, up through the Hellenistic incorporation of gardens within domestic architecture, up through Roman pastoral poetry which re-located political discourse in meadows, up through the locus amoenus or “pleasant place” of Middle Age and Chaucerian symbolic moral discourse, up through Naturalism’s response to Enlightenment via sentimental landscape art, up through the Industrial Revolution’s urban encroachment up and along comparatively scenic river-valleys, up through the emergence of evidence that man was in fact polluting the atmosphere, long before we knew about global warming. I’d like to see that.
Caligirl, consider this: What precisely do you associate with the ocean? Would I be too far off the mark if I guessed that it represented openness, freedom of perspective, visual confirmation of limits, and the implicit capability, right and inevitability of self-deterministic travel? If there is an antithesis to the Society’s ideal of a patrilocal Eden, perhaps the ocean is it.