Depict your paradise
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Depict your paradise
Please try and keep it on topic I know how some of you can be.
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I check into small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It is late. I am tired. I tell woman at desk I want a room. She tells me room number and give key. "But one more thing comrade; there is one room without number and always lock. Don't even peek in there." I take key and go to room to sleep. Night comes and I hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I open door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on door. No response. I look in keyhole. I see nothing except red. Water still trickling. I go down to front desk to complain. "By the way who is in that room?" She look at me and begin to tell story. There was woman in there. Murdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red. I tell her I don't give a. Stop the water trickling or give me refund. She gave me 100 ruble credit and free breakfast. Such is life in Moscow
Bright and exuberant. Milk rivers. Kingdom's ready for me.
my paradise is a world where there are no religious nutters. or organized religion in general.
everyone gets along and wars are restricted appropriately.
also it has alot of rainforests, maybe 50% landmass being rainforest
Liberals never cease to amuse me.
I believe paradise is simply an autocratic Kingdom that looks exactly like Earth. Of course, that is to say: Earth looks like that Kingdom. There are rivers, forests, cliffs, mountains, lakes, bays, meadows, etc., but they are more real than the corresponding rivers, forests, cliffs, et. al. Surely Mount Everest is there in Heaven, but it is a better version of Everest. The only difference must be that the tectonic plates do not shift.
Naturally I believe the paradise of our after-life shall consist of white people, a combination of Renaissance-Baroque-Classical-Gothic architecture, and every classical-era composer. Bach sits on a high cliff at his organ, aloof and away from everyone else, while the Heavenly feast continues far below. Where is Beethoven? Why, he is on the way to greet Monteverdi and Mahler - Mendelssohn is having a conversation with Lassus, and Strauss has gotten into a party consisting of Liszt, Sibelius, and Machaut. How wholesome, glorious, shining, and joyful it would be! We'd all go out to slaughter lambkins and take down oxen before the next mountain climbing expedition.The Alps will be a thousand times more beautiful and a trillion-stone more massive. The air will be clearer than anything on Earth.
In short: my vision of Heaven is a place where people who would hate each do, in fact, other love each other; the streets are paved with gold, the forests breathe with untold life, the brooks are endlessly cool, and everyone is like Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher.![]()
"Pauci viri sapientiae student."
Cicero
Meh.I'll be glad not to have to meet atheist socialists anymore. Oh, how joyous it will be without your kind; to be perfectly honest with you, I'm not exactly miffed that you want to go to Hell.
I'll miss your conversation, but that's the price to pay in order to be surrounded by white Christian musicians!
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Last edited by Monarchist; March 02, 2010 at 06:00 AM.
"Pauci viri sapientiae student."
Cicero
that's my paradise and my 72 "virgins".
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Whatever my idea of paradise may be will be complete crap compared to what the real paradise is.
Mine will have no minorities. Especially in my Waterpark.
I don't know. Probably eternally 26 years old with quiet challenges.
I'm not being serious about the white part, you silly person.
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"Pauci viri sapientiae student."
Cicero
I think Hell would be more fun. All cool people go there. I suppose Hitler gets bullied alot.
Thorolf was thus armed. Then Thorolf became so furious that he cast his shield on his back, and, grasping his halberd with both hands, bounded forward dealing cut and thrust on either side. Men sprang away from him both ways, but he slew many. Thus he cleared the way forward to earl Hring's standard, and then nothing could stop him. He slew the man who bore the earl's standard, and cut down the standard-pole. After that he lunged with his halberd at the earl's breast, driving it right through mail and body, so that it came out at the shoulders; and he lifted him up on the halberd over his head, and planted the butt-end in the ground. There on the weapon the earl breathed out his life in sight of all, both friends and foes. [...] 53, Egil's Saga- The pranks played on the knight Jean de Joinville, 1249, 7th crusade.I must tell you here of some amusing tricks the Comte d'Eu played on us. I had made a sort of house for myself in which my knights and I used to eat, sitting so as to get the light from the door, which, as it happened, faced the Comte d'Eu's quarters. The count, who was a very ingenious fellow, had rigged up a miniature ballistic machine with which he could throw stones into my tent. He would watch us as we were having our meal, adjust his machine to suit the length of our table, and then let fly at us, breaking our pots and glasses.
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Paradise is like I want it to be, and better.
Total oblivion would be my idea of paradise.