Would You Live In Paradise?

[Diwundrin]

Ah, but see what happened to that group after that short time ... the same ol' petty rivalries and jealousies and power-trips and criminal tendencies surfaced and destroyed the group.

I think it's possible to achieve, if not perfection, then at least highly pleasant living conditions. The problem is that that is predicated on having plenty of filthy moola. That's the only way you can afford to buy a large enough piece of property in the right place and set it up so that you aren't bothered by the outside world.

Because as soon as the outside world comes knocking on Paradise's door, there goes the neighborhood.

Oh, they've tried it - many times, in many places. But Paradise always falls.

All of the above.

The appreciation of it fails when it becomes the accepted norm. We humans don't do boredom well. Nor even success. We have this inate prediliction to ramp it up, to find a 'better way'. Then we go looking for that and .... siiiiigh.

The concept of eternity/infinity is something I can't really grasp. I doubt too many do. Most of our visions of Paradise are snapshots in the mind of one scene of bliss. Just imagine for one moment 'living' in that unchanging snapshot for eternity.

Same people, same politely caring sharing attitudes, same scenery, same conversation... every single day into infinity. Ground Hog Day doesn't even come close.

Oh, and you can never change anything, that might interfere with the Paradise that all those other lovely, kind, polite, boring people chose to exist in, and Paradise must be 'perfect' for everyone or you wouldn't have chosen to 'live' in it would you?

There would be nothing to talk about because nothing will ever happen. That poor bloody lion, laying down with that smug looking lamb will just stay eternally hungry among the daisies. If it moves it's not 'laying down' any more and that would ruin the Paradise 'picture'.

We need to be giving our fantasies of Paradise a whole lot more thought.
To me, cessation of change equates to 'death'. Choosing the Paradise option just seems a longer term form of euthanasia.
Ask yourself this. If you are really so jaded with life as it is now, how soon would that Paradise become Hell to you too?

I advise you all to include drugs and booze in your inventory when building that Paradise you want to 'live' in, and ....

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[That Guy]

Oh, they've tried it - many times, in many places. But Paradise always falls.

"Walkin' On The Sun"


It ain't no joke I'd like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey I know it's just a song but it's spice for the recipe
This is a love attack I know it went out but it's back.
It's just like any fad it retracts before impact
And just like fashion it's a passion for the with it and hip
If you got the goods they'll come and buy it just to stay in the clique


[Chorus:]
So don't delay act now supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned you might as well be walkin' on the sun


Twenty-five years ago they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin' and clappin' man what the hell happened
Then some were spellbound some were hellbound
Some they fell down and some got back up and
Fought back 'gainst the melt down
And their kids were hippie chicks all hypocrites
Because fashion is smashin' the true meaning of it


[Repeat Chorus]


It ain't no joke when a mama's handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked
The bond is broke up so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can't perform no godlike hocus-pocus
So don't sit back kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at 10:00 your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack puts you away
You need to be there when your baby's old enough to relate


[Repeat Chorus]


You might as well be walkin' on the sun
You might as well be walkin' on the sun
You might as well be walkin' on the sun
You might as well be walkin' on the sun

-- Smash Mouth

 

[That Guy]

Oh, they've tried it - many times, in many places. But Paradise always falls.

Before the Deluge

Some of them were dreamers
And some of them were fools
Who were making plans and thinking of the future
With the energy of the innocent
They were gathering the tools
They would need to make their journey back to nature
While the sand slipped through the opening
And their hands reached for the golden ring
With their hearts they turned to each other's heart for refuge
In the troubled years that came before the deluge


Some of them knew pleasure
And some of them knew pain
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth
They went flying around in the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in the moment they were swept before the deluge


Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal it's secrets by and by
By and by--
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky


Some of them were angry
At the way the earth was abused
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them
Only to be confused
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
In the naked dawn only a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge


Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal it's secrets by and by
By and by--
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky

-- Jackson Browne