XPost: alt.buddha.short.fat.guy, alt.philosophy.taoism, alt.philosophy.zen   
   From: wudao@wuji.net   
      
   Tang wrote in appreciation:   
   >On 8/24/2016 1:26 PM, {:-]))) wrote:   
   >   
   >> Once, "it" has been, "gotten"   
   >> is when the real, "fun" begins to begin.   
   >>   
   >> New, More Cleaner Fun!   
   >> It's more fun than ever!   
   >> And funnier too!   
   >>   
   >> Mixed with new improved mental culture   
   >> makes mental culture faster and easier than ever!   
   >>   
   >> Don't wait for it.   
   >> Supplies are limited.   
   >>   
   >> Order Now!   
   >>   
   >> Now, with each order of More Cleaner Fun,   
   >> arrives in the Present. Get two for the price of One!   
   >>   
   >> Imagine two Nows and two More Cleaner Funs!   
   >> All for one low, lower price than ever before.   
   >>   
   >> Remember folks, ever before and ever before that,   
   >> old clean fun just doesn't measure up anymore.   
   >>   
   >> You need More Cleaner Fun!   
   >> Now with Now for extra More Fun!   
   >>   
   >> This is the lowest lower price available.   
   >> Now is Now Free. Imagine Free Now!   
   >>   
   >> It's now Now available now.   
   >> Don't wait. Get, "it" today.   
   >>   
   >> These prices won't last.   
   >>   
   >> Hurry!   
   >   
   >Your post is exactly what I mean by clean fun.   
   >Thank you, JayLo, for the example. More of   
   >the same, please!   
      
   Once upon a time,   
   the light-hearted people floated in and out and went   
   far above those whose hearts were heavy.   
      
   Over the heads of others, their sayings were known   
   to have gone, in a single bound, leaping and splashing   
   tall buildings more powerful than a speeding bullet point   
   on a slide show at the water park.   
      
   They were the super-big-gun soakers of the old western.   
   Their plastique was made of pure Gordian.   
   And when they blanked out, well,   
   that was that.   
      
   It was high noon that day my friends.   
   And the Moon was full at the same time.   
      
   Funny, thought the astronomer-priest.   
   Normally, "it" does not appear in such a fashion.   
      
   Oh, but this was no ordinary day.   
   No. Not at all. This was the final day.   
   The show down up the street was unfolding.   
      
   "It" was what everyone was waiting for.   
   This was, "it" and everyone knew what "it" meant.   
      
   Except for those with a heavy heart.   
   Sad. But true none-the-less.   
      
   So, those with hearts full of light came down.   
   For it was not as much fun when not everyone is   
   not having at least some fun. Their compassion   
   was their down falling for a spell.   
      
   Then, suddenly, shots rang out of proportion.   
   Everyone turned around and saw. They saw.   
   And they knew what they were doing and   
   what had been done.   
      
   It was all in fun, after all.   
   And even the sadness was part of the show.   
      
   And then, everyone knew.   
   The show must go on.   
      
   And so, leaving the theater of mind, everyone   
   went on about their own business being busy and all.   
      
   Each becoming involved and forgetting all   
   about the fun they had at the water park that day.   
      
   On the final day, when, "it" was found   
   playing in the water, for a moment, having fun.   
      
   Making a splash.   
   Hitting the high notes and the low.   
   To jump up, one may need to bend a bit.   
      
   Unless one is spring-loaded.   
   But that's another story.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)