A Story
A pilgrim was walking a long road when one day he passed
what seemed to be a monk sitting in a field. Nearby men were working on a stone
building.
“You look like a
monk,” the pilgrim said.
“I am that,” said
the monk.
“Who is that
working on the abbey?”
“My monks,” said
the man. “I’m the abbot.”
“It’s good to see
a monastery going up,” said the pilgrim.
“They’re tearing
it down,” said the abbot.
“Whatever for?”
asked the pilgrim.
“So we can see
the sun rise at dawn,” said the abbot.
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