A young monk joins an abbey and dedicates his life to copying ancient religious texts. After the first day he talks to the head monk. "Father, we are copying texts from copies made with copies of copies. If there is a mistake we would never know. Also if there is a mistake we will keep making the same mistake over and over."
The head monk decides he better go to the basement and check the originals for mistakes. After being in the basement for 2 days the young monk decides to check on him.
When he gets down there he sees the old monk hunched over an original document crying his eyes out. He looks like he's been weeping for a very long time. The young monk says "father are you ok?"
The old monk, between sobs, says "Dear lord Jesus... the word is cele-BRATE"
The head monk decides he better go to the basement and check the originals for mistakes. After being in the basement for 2 days the young monk decides to check on him.
When he gets down there he sees the old monk hunched over an original document crying his eyes out. He looks like he's been weeping for a very long time. The young monk says "father are you ok?"
The old monk, between sobs, says "Dear lord Jesus... the word is cele-BRATE"