How many scenarios can you recall of humans being in some, so-called, perfect place? Whether that place was the Garden of Eden, Christianity’s Heaven, some religious or mythological equivalent to Heaven, some science-fiction or fantasy utopia, or other such conceived perfect places, has it ever occurred to you that the presence of imperfect humans there would destroy the place’s identity and main characteristic of being a perfect place?
This quark of truth was a pet peeve I have always had with anything putting humans being in perfect places, which I will call by the generic English term of utopia, uncapitalized. The term should not be confused with Sir Thomas More’s book, short-named Utopia, capitalized, from 1516, with the central setting being an island of the same name, from where the generic utopia term comes.
I don’t know why I’ve never thought that humans could not be perfect. Well, I actually might but that’s a much longer story than I have room for here. However, by that default and some quirky analysis of tales I was told one day in a Baptist church when I was ten years old, about people being in Heaven, the exclusivity between perfect places and imperfect people there removing that perfection dawned on me. My young mind didn’t phrase it quite that way, of course, just that the two couldn’t exist together. There was the caveat that it was human souls cleansed by Christ to have been perfect that were in Heaven, not imperfect humans, but my response to that was then they were no longer human. It wasn’t deep, but it sufficed to convince me then, and to this day, that there can’t be humans in utopia because we are not perfect.