A bit of humour

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[JohnM]

 

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Yes, but it was a long weekend.

 

[AuSammy]

 

[AuSammy]

 

[Groundfeeder]

While it's Easter .....
A guy is driving through the deep rural South when his car breaks down in front of an old, secluded monastery. He knocks on the door, and a monk answers.

"I'm so sorry to bother you," the man says. "My car died and I have no cell service. Is there any way I could stay the night?"

The monks are incredibly kind. They feed him a simple but delicious dinner, give him a warm bed, and even offer to have their resident mechanic-monk look at the car in the morning.

In the middle of the night, the man is shaken awake by a sound. It's a strange, haunting, yet beautiful sound—something he's never heard before. It sounds like a mix of a choir, a rhythmic thrumming, and a high-pitched whistle. It's mesmerizing.

The next morning at breakfast, he asks the Abbot, "Father, what was that incredible sound I heard last night?"

The Abbot looks him dead in the eye and says, "Im sorry, I can't tell you. You're not a monk."

The man is disappointed, but he thanks them, pays for the car repair, and goes on his way.

Five years pass.

The man is driving through the same area, and—believe it or not—his car breaks down again, right in front of the same monastery. The monks welcome him back like an old friend.

That night, the sound returns. It's even more powerful than before—vibrant, soul-stirring, and utterly mysterious. He barely sleeps, just listening to the echoes through the stone walls.

In the morning, he pleads with the Abbot. "Please, I've thought about that sound every day for five years. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Can you *please* tell me what it is?"

The Abbot sighs. "I'm sorry. As I told you before, I can't tell you. You're not a monk."

The man says, "Fine. If that's the only way, then tell me: How do I become a monk?"

The Abbot says, "It is a difficult path. You must travel the earth and count every blade of grass and every grain of sand. Only when you return with the exact numbers will you be initiated."

Fifteen years later.

The man returns, weathered and gray. He walks up to the monastery and finds the Abbot. "I have done it," he says. "There are $1,452,882,100,210$ blades of grass and $5,280,121,990,000,443$ grains of sand on this Earth."

The Abbot bows. "The numbers are correct. You are now a monk. Follow me."

The Abbot leads him down into the depths of the monastery. They reach a massive iron door. The Abbot hands him a key. He opens it, only to find a bronze door. He's given another key. Behind that is a silver door, then a gold door, and finally, a door encrusted with emeralds and rubies.

At the very end of the hall is a tiny, unassuming wooden door. The Abbot hands him a small, plain key. "Everything you seek is behind that door."

The man's hands are shaking. He turns the key, pushes the door open, and he finally sees the source of the sound. He is absolutely stunned.



And... I can't tell you what it was.

Because you're not a monk.