To: All Msg #59, 29-Jul-93 09:52am Subject: as good as Urantia Urantia has nothing on THIS

From:    Questor Thews                            Kill
To:      All                                      Msg #59, 29-Jul-93 09:52am
Subject: as good as Urantia

Urantia has nothing on THIS:

"Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the
Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.

Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an
utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life
forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches
are a pretty neat idea.

This planet has--or rather, had--a problem, which was this: most of the
people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time.

Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were
largely concerned with the movements of small green peices of paper,
which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of
paper that were unhappy.

And so the problem remaines; lots of the people were mean, and most of
them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.

Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a big mistake
in coming down from the trees in the first place.  And some said that
even the trees had been a bad move and that no one should have ever left
the oceans.

And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been
nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people
for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth
suddenly realised what it was that had been going wrong all this time,
and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place.
This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get
nailed to anything.

Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to call anyone about it,
the Earth was unexpectly demolished to make way for a new hyperspace
bypas, and so the idea was lost, seemingly for ever.

This is her story."

       Prologue, _So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish."
       --Douglas Adams.

How could the Bible or Urantia beat this? :)