Paragonia is a vision of what might,
With effort and imagination, come
To be on Earth when once we learn to right
Ourselves and our far-wiser nature plumb.
It’s clear we’ve the potentiality
For rising to new heights of consciousness,
Transcending eons of rank idiocy,
Replete with warfare no true sage would bless.
The Paragonian way is that of peace,
Co-operation and profound respect
For others’ rights and needs, and the increase
Of harmony, as souls with souls connect.
The antagonism that so long has ruled,
In Paragonia will by love be schooled.
In Paragonia our benighted race
Will have matured and grown wholly wise,
Having explored and mapped all Inner Space
And ultimately come to realize
That in cooperative community
With all of Gaia’s creatures, great and small,
Transcending centuries of enmity,
We’ll have at last reversed our fabled Fall.
On Paragonia’s whetstone we’ll have honed
The blade that cuts our egos down to size
And severs us from sins for which we’ve groaned
In ages past, but finally realize
That concord and collaboration can
Now resurrect the state of fallen Man.
The folks in Paragonia don’t compete,
Since competition is a kind of war
In which opponents struggle to defeat
Contenders in the hopes of winning more;
Which means they have transformed what they call
A rigorous pastime for the brave at heart,
That used to be a battlefield of sorts,
Into a win-win exercise of art,
And thus a model of a better mode
For all relationships, grounded in care,
Adhering to an ancient holy code
That virtue is supreme, however rare.
In Paragonia, though, it’s commonplace
To treat all folks with charity and grace.
CALIBAN ON PARAGONIA
About this “Paragonia” crap I’ll say,
Your expectations of humanity
Are overblown if you think there’s a way
They’ll wise up anytime this century—
Or any other, as far as I can tell,
For greed and selfishness and violence
Have been their basic nature since they fell
From fabled Paradise and lost their sense
Of right and wrong, then jettisoned the will
To sacrifice self-interest for the good
Of others when the prospect of some thrill
Derails them all from going where they should.
Their rule is “Looking out for Number One,”
By which your Paragonia is undone.