Report From Paradise

In paradise the work week is fixed at thirty hours salaries are higher prices steadily go down manual labour is not tiring (because of reduced gravity) chopping wood is no harder than typing the social system is stable and the rulers are wise really in paradise one is better off than in whatever country At first it was to have been different luminous circles choirs and degrees of abstraction but they were not able to separate exactly the soul from the flesh and so it would come here with a drop of fat a thread of muscle it was necessary to face the consequences to mix a grain of the absolute with a grain of clay one more departure from doctrine the last departure only John foresaw it: you will be resurrected in the flesh not many behold God he is only for those of 100 per cent pneuma the rest listen to communiqués about miracles and floods some day God will be seen by all when it will happen nobody knows As it is now every Saturday at noon sirens sweetly bellow and from the factories go the heavenly proletarians awkwardly under their arms they carry their wings like violins