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   From: cayoung61-#spamblock*-@hotmail.com   
      
   The Parable Of The Spoons   
      
   A holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and   
   said, "Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like. "The   
   Lord led the holy man to two doors. He opened one of the doors and   
   the holy man looked in. In the middle of the room was a large round   
   table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew which   
   smelled   
   delicious and made the holy man's mouth water. The people sitting   
   around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished.   
   They were holding spoons with very long handles and each found it   
   possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful, but   
   because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get   
   the spoons back into their mouths. The holy man shuddered at the   
   sight of their misery and suffering. The Lord said, "You have seen   
   Hell."   
      
   They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the   
   same as the first one. There was the large round table with the large   
   pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water. The people were   
   equipped   
   with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were   
   well nourished and plump, laughing and talking. The holy man said,   
   "I don't understand."  "It is simple" said the Lord, "it requires but   
   one   
   skill.  You see, they have learned to feed each other. While the   
   greedy think only of themselves."   
      
      
      
      
   --   
      
   Christopher A. Young   
     Do good work.   
     It's longer in the short run   
     but shorter in the long run.   
   .   
   .   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)