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ALL THOSE WASTED YEARS
A new young monk arrives at the monastery and, as with all new monks,
he is assigned to help the other monks in copying the old canons and
laws of the church by hand.
He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not
from the original manuscript.
So, the new monk goes to the head abbot to question this, pointing out
that if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would
never be picked up. In fact, that error would be continued in all of the
subsequent copies.
The head monk, says, "We have been copying from the copies for
centuries, but you make a good point, my son."
So, he goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the
original manuscript is held as archives in a locked vault that hasn't
been opened for hundreds of years.
Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot. The young monk becomes
concerned and goes to the dark cave to check.
He sees him banging his head against the wall, and wailing, "We forgot
the "R", we forgot the "R" His forehead is all bloody and bruised and
he is crying uncontrollably.
The young monk asks the old abbot, "What's wrong, father?"
With a choking voice, the old abbot replies, "The word is celebrate!
The word is celebrate!"
A new young monk arrives at the monastery and, as with all new monks,
he is assigned to help the other monks in copying the old canons and
laws of the church by hand.
He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not
from the original manuscript.
So, the new monk goes to the head abbot to question this, pointing out
that if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would
never be picked up. In fact, that error would be continued in all of the
subsequent copies.
The head monk, says, "We have been copying from the copies for
centuries, but you make a good point, my son."
So, he goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the
original manuscript is held as archives in a locked vault that hasn't
been opened for hundreds of years.
Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot. The young monk becomes
concerned and goes to the dark cave to check.
He sees him banging his head against the wall, and wailing, "We forgot
the "R", we forgot the "R" His forehead is all bloody and bruised and
he is crying uncontrollably.
The young monk asks the old abbot, "What's wrong, father?"
With a choking voice, the old abbot replies, "The word is celebrate!
The word is celebrate!"
