The idea of paradise is no longer imaginable or, rather, it is over-imagined, which amounts to the same thing—and has therefore become familiar, commercialized, even trivial (TM).
Pleasure … can fortify us. The pleasure that is beauty, the beauty that is meaning, order, calm. Orwell found this refuge in natural and domestic spaces, and he repaired to them often and emerged from them often to go to war on lies, delusions, cruelties, and follies.