... that I've noticed, generated by WBTS, include that:
- everybody's living room has a view to the distant snow-capped mountains, uninhibited by the neighbour's ugly Tudor that he knocked together at least forty five millennia ago and wouldn't you think he'd have painted the gables by now?
- they all visit their friends walking over the unfenced meadows carrying baskets of fruit
- they're wearing machine-hemmed clothes (or the women are damn fine at hand sewing fabric that was manufactured before the big A) and shiny shoes
- people who weren't allowed to learn a trade have the expertise to keep the water, power and gas systems running (unmanned because everybody is too busy growing pomegranates) .
- there are lions everywhere in paradise, and they eat grass. In fact everything eats grass, and the grass still looks pretty nice
- even after many millenia of interracial harmony, white people are still a robust Anglo white
- geographical forces such as continental drift, erosion, volcanoes and earthquakes have ceased. Streams no longer carry matter to the oceans, islands are no longer born. Magically, the earth looks the same forever except for the slowly building pools of sulphur and methane.
- nobody needs to know medicine because we're all perfectly healthy. Nobody gets hurt in accidents.
- we all instantly know everything and are content to exist forever eating fruit and cuddling pandas.
- the most important driving force behind maintaining your faith - what paradise it going to be like - is the thing least talked about because it highlights exactly how absurd the concept is
Mr Frass once remarked that the witness view of paradise sounded like a peculiar kind of hell. I am starting to see why.