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