Been ages since I have posted, but I found this and could not resist. I found this at The Lamp Blog.
Wes
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 missed the "R," we missed 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."
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 missed the "R," we missed 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."
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