Maybe paradise is a sphere.
Because the sphere is the result of the rotation of the most perfect object in the universe: the circle.
But as everything is relative, my paradise is formed not only with this geometric figure.
But also with others.
Not as perfect as the circle.
My sky is built with the hyperbole we formed to sleep.
With the ellipse formed when you hold me.
And also with the circle of good feelings that surround me when you're around.
All of these rotated geometric places result in the quadric I call Our paradise.
That will never be as perfect as the initially idealized sphere.
Since by definition it will never be a surface of revolution.
That is, it will not display symmetry with respect to any axis.
However, this quadric assumes an analogous function to the initial and is sufficient to make me happy for all eternity.