Once upon a time, there lived a farmer who grew the most wonderful produce in all the land. He was very proud of his crops and every year he would harvest all his fields and collect his produce in his barn. There, he would inspect each item, piece by piece, until he found the absolutely most perfect specimen from each crop. These perfect specimens were then entered into competition at the state fair each fall where the farmer consistently won blue ribbons every year. He then would order that the rest of the harvest (expect for what he and his family needed for their table) be taken back out to the fields and plowed back into the ground.
Meanwhile, the people in the village were going hungry because the rest of the farmers in the area couldn't grow enough good produce to feed everyone. They would beg the farmer to please let them have some of his wonderful fruits and vegetables, but the farmer just couldn't stand for anyone to know that some of the vegetables in his garden had brown spots, and some weren't shaped just right. So despite the requests, the farmer kept all of his harvest to himself, and the villagers went hungry.
One day, some of the farm hands that worked for the farmer started sneaking out with some of the "left over" harvest. They then would sale their contraband on Saturday mornings at the town market. Well the more they sneaked out with, the more the townspeople wanted. Eventually, the farmer found out what was going on and went to the market and screamed at everyone that they were buying stolen merchandise! They replied, "but we are starving and you waste the bounty of your harvest by plowing it back into the ground!" But the farmer would not listen to them. He called the police who arrested the farm hands and helped the farmer load his stolen produce onto his truck to be taken back to his farm.
After that, the farmer knew he couldn't trust anyone to help him with his harvest, so fired the rest of his farmhands and he started doing all the harvesting himself. Since he was also scared that someone might sneak onto his farm at night to steal his vegetables, he built a huge fence around his farm and posted "KEEP OUT" signs.
The years passed and the farmer grew older and unable to tend to his fields as he used to. Each year he had to grow less and less. Eventually, as his crops diminished, he stopped winning the blue ribbons at the fair and people forgot the old farmer even existed out there behind that tall fence. In the village, the people were left with no source of good vegetables, so in desperation they looked for other sources of food. To their surprise, they discovered that if they killed and cooked their animals, they could eat their flesh and their organs and then they didn't need the farmer's vegetables any more! The vegetable market (long since closed down by the police) was replaced by a butcher shop. The villagers lived happily ever after eating ribs and chicken, while the farmer was forgotten and one day found dead in his barn surrounded by rotting vegetables.

EXCELLENT ANALOGY, FOOD 4 THOUGHT, though a bit frightening and a might hard 2 digest.

PRINCE?
[This message was edited Sat Sep 28 22:46:24 PDT 2002 by TayknmiAzziz]

But what about the ones who DIDN'T switch
to flesh???

They remained loyal despite their
hunger and dablings with the townfolks...

DON'T EVER let the pressure of the misguided affect the true callings
of the individual...there ARE alternatives.

Should GOD be discourged because
humans cannot grasp totally the wealth
of their own potential aspirations bestowed upon them ?
Does that neccessarily imply their insincerity??
Grandiosity doesn't erase infallibility.

People show love the only way they know how.

origmnd said:

plowing the vegetables, and the music under benefits/feeds no one but urself...farmer.

. . and the moral of the story is ?

You need to add in a bit about the farmer promising to give them access to all his vegetables for a yearly fee but not dishing out the goods!