Only through purging ourselves of our corruption (read: "toxins") and returning to a "natural" way of life can we return to our blessed prelapsarian state.
Moments of silence and stillness provide respite for his embattled protagonists, when man and nature coexist peacefully in a timeless, perhaps even prelapsarian frame.
In the nostalgic small-town world of the cat-cozy, however, the cat's unblinking eye often represents an uncorrupted, prelapsarian view of morality and justice.
