Colour at the "OK" Corral,

["Mitchell P. Warner" <indepth@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Every time I see the Subject: I believe it is Ok to have fun....

	I don't know wether to laugh or cry.

Fast Fwd:  It's the last minute of your last day of existance. 

You walk down the last steps of the road of life. 

At the end there are two garden gates. 

On one side is a perfectly maintained panorama of your favorite flower. 

Endlessly they stretch, row on row to the horizon.  Faultless. 

Turning to the other gate you see the gates hanging slightly askew, the
rusted hinges long since having given up the entropy/enthalpy battle. The
sagging gates, the rough stone walls and even the gorund are covered by a
riot of vines, creepers and wild grass with long un-cut seed tops waving in
the wind. Beyone the gate the vista opens to a riotous, out of control,
bedlam of weeds, trees, vines, bushes, fungi, lichens and every other
growing thing on the earth.

Choose. For all eternity, that which pleases you most.