AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

[polepot]

always worried that this was the case:





A new young monk arrives at the monastery. 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 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 downstairs to look for him. He sees him banging his
head against the wall. His forehead is all bloody and bruised and he
is crying uncontrollably. The young man asks the old abbot, What's
wrong, father?

With a choking voice, the old abbot replies, "The word is celebrate."