I'm of the view that any world created by any human will be flawed in a way that we can't foresee. The extraordinary difficulty in marrying together volition, differing degrees of knowledge (or perhaps more importantly, differing types and/or degrees of ability to absorb and retain and apply knowledge?), the dizzying whirling demeneted microworld of quantum chaos, the macro world in which the "ordinary" and logical rests upon the illogical... the way in which we experience and think and breathe in and become intoxicated by beauties and creations and parallels and collisions and things beyond reach...
If I were to create a world that I thought perfect, I have no doubt at all that within a very short time, I'd be disillusioned and in horror, crying under my breath "What have I done????"
In the end, I'm not a god or goddess. My creations had probably better stay in the mind, or in stories or poems. Shelley referred to "nurslings of immortality" and "shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses" - and I will try to let those shapes find windows and doorways where life offers them, rather than attempt to force those shapes into forming windows and doorways.
If it's a question of choosing what I would prefer to have surrounding me, my immediate environs - no holds barred, no expense spared... a castle dating back to the 1300s, sensitively restored as to bathroom and plumbing and heating, a rose garden with the most beautiful and redolent roses from every part of the world, a lake in which kingfishers sported and trout swam with silver gleaming from their scales and swans drifted peacefully, an orchestra with all of the instruments of history played music, operas were performed as dusk permeated the sky with lilac and apricot... There would be a marvellous theatre of medicine in which I could experiment. My loved ones would be there, and in the cool of the morning whoever wished to play tennis or cricket or croquet or whatever it may be could join in and exhaust themselves heartily. Books would line the walls of the Great Library, and lively discussions on philosophy, art, love, meaning of life, God, heaven, hell, science, literature, riddles, plays, ancient history, language, gardens, growing things, culinary arts (or just ordinary cooking), consciousness, logic, silliness, all of that would ensue.
There'd be no looking at the news and being grieved by accounts of violence, corruption, criminal activity, murder, rape, robbery, destruction.
