Monastery Life
A young monk arrives at a monastery.
He is assigned to helping 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 answers, 'We have been copying from copies for centuries, but you have point my son.'
He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery
where the original manuscripts are held as archives in a locked vault, that hasn't been opened for hundreds of years.
Hours go by and no one sees the old abbot.
So, the young monk gets worried and goes down to look for him.
He sees him banging his head against the wall and wailling.
'We missed theR
We missed theR!
We missed theR!'
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 was...
CELEBRATE'
A young monk arrives at a monastery.
He is assigned to helping 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 answers, 'We have been copying from copies for centuries, but you have point my son.'
He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery
where the original manuscripts are held as archives in a locked vault, that hasn't been opened for hundreds of years.
Hours go by and no one sees the old abbot.
So, the young monk gets worried and goes down to look for him.
He sees him banging his head against the wall and wailling.
'We missed theR
We missed theR!
We missed theR!'
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 was...
CELEBRATE'
Well then....that's a horse of a different color ! ha! (I'm going to hell are'nt I !?! Ha! IAD)
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