A planet called Paradise.

Give me a world. In which the intelligent beings. Strive for the common good. Of course, that poses a big problem. Trying to get everyone to agree on a definition of the common good. For that to happen, it’ll take a world of very, very, very intelligent and loving beings.  And I’m not going to find that on Planet Earth. Therefore, I’ll have to be reborn on another distant planet in the infinite cosmos. There must be at least one. Somewhere. Some place. That’s where I want to be reincarnated.  I’ll concede. That token efforts are made to achieve the common good. Right here. But even if we humans survive for another 50,000 years, it won’t happen.  The predominant mentality, the essence of mankind, is everyone for one’s self. Thus the rich keep getting richer. And the poor sink deeper into poverty. A redistribution of the wealth is an alien concept. Billionaires are admired. Given pats on the back.  And even elected president. By the working stiffs. People barely able to keep their heads above the surface.  Yes, it’s a strange world. Maybe even more strange. Than my dream for an idyllic planet called Paradise. --Jim Broede