by Maxima Kahn, USA
Me: Sad-eyed dreamer with battered heart, eternal optimist given to bouts of despair, idealist with razor wit and tongue, lyric poet reinventing time and space, seeks world in which I can live. You: Rose-petalled air, untrammeled fields of wildflowers, skies piled with white confections tinted in outlandish hues, clear blue-green oceans and unpolluted streams running with fish, lush forests, thriving hives. A race of humans who actually get along—kind- hearted, generous and playful—led by cooperatives of farmers and cheese-makers, with nightly performances of experimental music and dance, days off for picnics, widespread reverence for all of life. Care of birds and animals a must, sacred protection of forests, mountains, waters vital. Humble and willing to learn. Not keen on dogma, no quarter for authoritarians, no time for nationalism, tribalism, racism, sexism. Must treat women and children as treasures, men too, all kinds. A race bent on evolving into the greatness of which we are capable— all the while with a rollicking humor, love for the adventurous and gleeful, where compassion is Queen and artists are well-paid.