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To: bluejeans who wrote (8120)	1/5/2000 11:32:00 PM
From: Solon	Respond to of 12754

As you recall, Pandora's Box when opened released evil spirits and the only thing left inside playing around was hope Precisely! Good luck!

To: bluejeans who wrote (8120)	1/9/2000 8:51:00 AM
From: Solon	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12754

...and the world floated aimlessly in a sea of emptiness, the people dejected and forlorn. The world was without hope. Even false hope and blind hope were nowhere to be found. The people became more and more discouraged each day, and a dismal rain began relentlessly to fall. The sun shone not. One day Solon looked out across the bleak sea of human misery and his hardened heart softened and relented. He took the little key from its silver chain, and he descended into the obscure cave where he had secreted Pandora's box. He hesitated a moment with the key to the lock. Was it good for false hope to be loosed...with all the other aspects of hope? Well--he had no choice. Without hope the world would take the form (and form the substance) that reflected the dread and terror of the hopeless people. It would become nightmarish; Indeed, it was already become so. Having thus measured his resolve, Solon turned the key. Almost immediately, a lithe and sprightly man catapulted out of the box. His hat was tipped at a rakish angle, and he sported a pair of faded blue dungarees. "Go!" ordered Solon. "Throw the magic dust of hope into every eye. Without it the world will sicken and die". "I was hoping you would free me", said the hopeful Mr. Dungaree--for this was, in fact, Blue Jeans, the Keeper of hope--both for Gods and for men. Solon looked at Bluejeans a long moment. "It is not I who have set you free. Verily it is your own hopefulness which has freed you from the box". "Will I make a difference?" wondered Bluejeans as he anxiously looked into the eyes of Solon of Athens. "Yes, I believe you will", muttered Solon, as he looked up to where the sun was already pushing aside the clouds. For a brief moment a grim smile flickered across his face (a brief moment is all the time that flickering would allow), and in Las Vegas the clicking of dice and the clattering of machines exploded into the desert night. In a large brownstone in California, a cherubic, portly man, in oversized boots, chortled ominously. Then he flipped the huge sign on his doorway to OPEN, and activated the overhead neons to dance gleefully with the hopeful message: Dr. Us's Boiler Room Discount Brokerage. Somewhere in Arkansas a shorter chirped and warbled like a spring lark. Solon looked again at Pandora's box, and he lightly ran his hand along the ephemeral gossamer fabric. It was hardly more substantial than the thinnest strands of silk. Indeed, the material was simply a thin layer of doubt. This was all that had trapped hope in the bottom of a tiny box. Actually, it was not even a true substance but more akin to strayward thinking. The many false and blind hopes were now loosed--and plaguing mankind once again. Hope was systematically stripping the people of all their money and all their possessions. It is almost hopeless, thought Solon. But just then he caught sight of two doves lighting on a high branch, and hope awakened in his heart. Out there--somewhere--was the hope of one good love. Taking one last look at the plethora of activity that was burgeoning all around since the release of hope...Solon cut through a thin copse, and set off toward a far away mountain.