What is a perfect life? In life, the reality we normally face is depressing, disappointing and lifeless. A perfect life is a life without hatred, jealousy and pride. A creation or thought of the void from which only myths or legends originate. But if a dimension of omnipotent peace were resurrected, this is what it would look like. Hatred, a feeling of demonic control of anger. A bitter corpse of decaying emotions, balled into a pale, cold, burnt-flesh-smelling dough, waiting to be shaped by any passing faceless victim. But in a perfect life, people wouldn't hate, just love and consider other people's feelings before their own. Fighting and revolts will cease to exist. Prejudice and racism would be abolished. Race, religion and nationality would not be examined or judged. To be praised and not rebuked for what you have done, not for what you have sinned. Forgiveness dies together with confession. No hatred, nothing bad, so the abolition of the priest is a must. Furthermore, most of our religious leaders lie, cheat, rape and harass their congregation. Jealousy is the root of hatred. Jealousy, a reaction to your own self-denial of knowing you are wrong. Death would stop because there would be no reason to kill. Kids murdered for hundred dollar sneakers to match their two hundred dollar brand created by a rapper they never did anything honest to in life except dealing crack to the local addict and an exceptional bag of crack cocaine. Charges against teens in Colorado schools would stop, leaving behind reasons to poke fun at kids with lower family incomes. The destruction of monuments that symbolize world peace would never be a thought. Third world countries would have no reason to fly planes into a melting pot of cultures. Pride makes people cold. Pride makes a man and a woman divorce. Pride makes a deadbeat father not call to see if you're alive. Pride causes a teacher to give you a bad grade, even when it's a great paper, because he or she doesn't agree with the way he or she approaches the subject in question. Pride creates a fasod; a mask with which people can hide behind their cowardly, spineless and useless life. Pride makes you not call an ex-girlfriend, knowing that you think about her every day.