A Monk, living in a monestary (no duh), is called up by his head monk, He is greeted by the head monk.
"What is it, father?," the monk askes. The Father puts his hand on his shoulder.
"Son," he says, "It is high time that we re-wrote the old Books, the current parchment is getting too old and crumpy. Anyway, we want you to copy the old books down, it is a great honor."
So the monk goes and gets the old books and is about to copy when he realizes that the version he has is a copy...The monk scuttles back up to the head monk.
"What is wrong, my son?" the head monk asks.
"Well, father," the monk replies, "I was just about to re-write and all, when I noticed that the version I was copying from was a copy too."
"Yes," the head monk says, "What is your point?"
"My point is," said the monk, "Is that maybe our version isn't accurate."
"Point noted," said the head monk, "I shall go down to the library, find the
originals, and compare to see if it is indeed accurate."
So the head monk goes down to the library, and is in there for hours. The other monks are starting to get worried, so they go down into the library to search for him. After wading through hundreds and hundreds of parchments, they come across the head monk, crying in the corner.
"What is wrong, father?" asked the monk, "What did you learn?"
The head monk looks up at the monk, tears streaming down his face.
"The word...is...
CELEBRATE"
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I think the relief or indignation this potential decision can bring to such fools incredibly, overwhelmingly unimportant.
