MAGIC BUTTERFLY screen saver

If you give this story to anyone  please include the screensaver. 
the screensaver and story go hand in hand. There is also a game
called magic butterfly but is not included with this at this point in time.

This is the file for the magic butterfly screen saver I have included
this as a txt file and a wri file and I am working on a help file
together with other general improvements.

read the story first
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The story of Imagination.

Once upon a time in a land near the edge of an emotional rainbow lived
a small blue butterfly called imagination. Imagination drew his daily
inspiration from his journey through the gardens of curiosity. Fluttering 
gently on the breeze occasionally stopping on a flower to explore the 
mystery of its beauty  and to contemplate the secrets and other treasures 
kept hidden in the depths of its core. Imagination held the keys of freedom 
and could fly across the fields  of creativity.

A bird called intellect would visit this garden of curiosity 
occasionally and sing its song in the tree of knowledge. The 
leaves would rustle and reveal the same truths in perhaps a slightly 
different way. However intellect's song could never penetrate the silent 
mystery of the flowers. Although intellect's vehicle was words , his journey 
through the garden took him across the landscape of meaning and over the 
horizons of thought and back past many fascinating ideas.
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One day in the full sunlight, imagination went for a spin in the garden. 
As he  fluttered gently near the garden wall he noticed  a tiny flower. 
He floated down to rest on it and balance on its delicate petals.
The flower was called daydream and imagination found himself more and
more enchanted by daydream's silent secrets. Daydream could stir 
imagination's passions and her beauty could engulf him in an 
enchanting world of his own. He found he could transcend both time and 
space and drift on the wind.

Although intellect could see that imagination was in a trance, wrapped 
up in the power of daydream's spell he tried hard to measure the secret, 
but in spite of the fact that intellect could move with more force and 
fly both faster and with more precision he could not manoeuvre with the 
same delicate passion that the butterfly could, neither could he navigate 
a course so close to the flower's secrets. But worst of all he could never 
touch the surface the way imagination could, without destroying daydream's 
beauty and secrets.  
Intellect decided to remain in the tree of knowledge and searched for new 
branches and discovered the leaves of truth.

Curiosity was happy to have both imagination  and intellect visiting her 
and breathed a gentle breeze across a pond disturbing the thoughts 
reflecting off it.
As a cloud drifted across the sky of the garden the pond became still 
once again and held a mirror  to the conscience of the person reading 
this story.  It is sometimes more important to notice  the flower than 
the tree, or the butterfly instead of the bird, Perhaps even the daydream 
instead of intellectual thoughts. 

Inspiration can come from the delicate threads that thoughts themselves 
are woven out of.

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DISCLAIMER
Although extensive testing has been done on this software the author
of this program makes no warranties,  implied or explicit regarding
the performance and/or quality of this screen saver and the game.
Furthermore, the author assumes no responsibility of any possible
consequential damages resulting from running this program.
By using this software you agree to these terms. The Ideas for this
program as well as the game come from the story of the magic
butterfly and all copyrights of the software and story belong to the
Author.

Stephen Liversidge
                  Feb 94    South Africa












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