part of the intro to my story

There is a land where no one fights. There is a land where no one kills, or disputes, where there is only one supremacy: A book, bound in a velvet form, and printed on the pulp of a cotton plant. In there is the facts of this strange new word, the rules, and the basic information which each inhabitant is taught to understand. There are no police with guns and clubs to guard and enforce them, no jails to cage those who do not comply.  For why would that occur, in a place where all is peaceful, all is grand, and all is already controlled by the art of ignorance? This is the land of the almost people, and this is their story.