There is a place where love is free and death is forever, its people so innocent, honest, and earnest they are content and happy. The women walk the streets in sunlight and moonlight, free from fear of harm, hands hiding perpetual giggles. The men, hairless and three feet tall, wear somber suits, serious faces, shy smiles. The children worship parents and revere teachers. Everyone lines up in single file everywhere and lives in metal boxes in the sky.

They are studious and literate, their books the best bound, resumes always handwritten with colour photos. The ones with neatest handwriting and the meekest faces are chosen.

Lacking in imagination, they are incapable of invention. In their humility they never cease to learn as much as there is to be learned from others. Through perseverance and precise mimicry, they end up improving on others’ inventions making them their own and are finally too proud to admit to borrowing anything.

They welcome aliens (especially those blond, white ones, but half-white is more than sufficient for adoration), and give them minimum wages of $2500 a month, even for those with absolutely no credentials whatsoever.

It is heaven for animal-lovers, with all varieties of pigeons, crows, sparrows, and cats. Pigeons spread respiratory diseases, crows eat the pigeons, overweight cats groan through neighborhoods gorging on free food … and the sparrows? The sparrows fall to the ground like all the hairs of our heads.

God has blessed them with the blessings of His covenant for they keep it quite faithfully. There are no starving children with distended bellies, no enemies within or without their borders, no crime or criminals, nothing distressful or distasteful but the free love of licentiousness and the eternal death of ancestor worship.

They live in a vacuum of highest prosperity, oblivious to the Light all around them, for there are no beautiful feet, none to preach the gospel of peace and bring the glad tidings. Their love is death, and there are none to show them otherwise.