Totally serious: few people would want to live in the Kingdom of god.

 To to almost all it would be boring as, well, attempting nothing but good every breath. That's who goes there. All the rest just die. From my earliest memories I felt like an alien on earth, no credit to me, no discredit to anyone else. I don't think I'd feel alien there or be recognized as alien. I'm also sure that there's no such thing, but shockingly I find living in my imagination as though there is really helpful in guiding each of my steps on the path of joy, peace, love, and intense life. I Think Jesus would agree with all that I've said.