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<p>Trent Dalton <a href="http://media.news.com.au/nnd/captivate/edenhope/index.html#">visited</a> the island of Espiritu Santo, Vanuatu, to talk with Steve Quinto, an American businessman who believes the world is &#8220;in the second phase of certain self-destruction.&#8221; But Steve and his wife, Ruth, aren&#8217;t worried – they&#8217;ve been building their dream retreat:</p>
<blockquote><p>Steve&#8217;s utopia &#8230; [is] an 800ha living ark that he has spent the past eight of his 79 years creating, investing his life&#8217;s fortune in the shipment of 300 tonnes of materials from around the world to the very edge of human existence. Paradise. Salvation. A new world for when the old one dies. He calls it Edenhope.</p></blockquote>
<p>Dalton goes on to describe his tour of Edenhope, which, Steve estimates, can comfortably accomodate 23 people:</p>
<blockquote><p>The turning track straightens to a clearing and there it is:</p></blockquote>
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<blockquote><p>the dream, Edenhope, a new world among the trees, a network of wooden bridges and paths and staircases weaving through manicured garden beds and rolling orchards with fruit trees in the hundreds and a kitchen hut and 10 octagonal bungalows made of high-end red hardwood timbers. The wondrous dreamscape includes wild blue flowers and bird of paradise plants and trees so big their root ­systems form houses of their own. There&#8217;s a communal library; a warehouse filled with ­endless tools and hardware; a surgery stocked with enough medicines to last two decades.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s a staggering work of human endeavour. Steve brought an earthmover and a front-end loader here from Canada. He rallied workers, paid and paid for their services for eight years; organised thousands of nine-hour sailing journeys back and forth between civilisation and sanctuary, hauling floors and sacks of concrete and machinery and miscellaneous goods in preparation for the apocalypse. He walks to a patch of dirt in the centre of his village. &#8220;It started here,&#8221; he says. &#8220;It was nothing but Ruth and I in two hammocks tied to trees.&#8221;</p>
<p>Steve closes his eyes and breathes his home in deep through his thin chest. &#8220;This is the birth of a new species,&#8221; he says. &#8220;This is the birth of beauty. This is the birth of dreams.&#8221;</p></blockquote>
<p>(Photo of Vanuatu by <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/imagicity/2045114790/">Graham Crumb</a>)</p>
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