A young monk arrives at the 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, 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 manuscripts are
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. So, the young monk
gets worried and goes down to look for him. 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 was 'celebrate.'
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, 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 manuscripts are
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. So, the young monk
gets worried and goes down to look for him. 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 was 'celebrate.'
