A man is driving down the road and his car breaks down near a
monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says,
"My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?" The monks
graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the
man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. A sound unlike
anything he's ever heard before. The Sirens that nearly seduced
Odysseus into crashing his ship comes to his mind. He doesn't sleep
that night. He tosses and turns trying to figure out what could
possibly be making such a seductive sound. The next morning, he asks
the monks what the sound was, but they say, "We can't tell you. You're
not a monk." Distraught, the man is forced to leave.
Years later, after never being able to forget that sound, the man goes
back to the monastery and pleads for the answer again.
The monks reply, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk."
The man says, "If the only way I can find out what is making that
beautiful sound is to become a monk, then please, make me a monk."
The monks reply, "You must travel the earth and tell us how many
blades of grass there are and the exact number of grains of sand. When
you find these answers, you will have become a monk."
The man sets about his task. After years of searching he returns as a
gray-haired old man and knocks on the door of the monastery. A monk
answers. He is taken before a gathering of all the monks.
"In my quest to find what makes that beautiful sound, I traveled the
earth and have found what you asked for: By design, the world is in a
state of perpetual change. Only God knows what you ask. All a man can
know is himself, and only then if he is honest and
reflective and willing to strip away self deception."
The monks reply, "Congratulations. You have become a monk. We shall
now show you the way to the mystery of the sacred sound."
The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says,
"The sound is beyond that door."
The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden
door is another door made of stone. The man is given the key to the
stone door and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby.
And so it went that he needed keys to doors of emerald, pearl and
diamond. Finally, they come to a door made of solid gold. The sound
has become very clear and definite. The monks say, "This is the last
key to the last door."
The man is apprehensive to no end. His life's wish is behind that
door! With trembling hands, he unlocks the door, turns the knob, and
slowly pushes the door open. Falling to his knees, he is utterly
amazed to discover the source of that haunting and seductive
sound......
But, of course, I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk
Garth Almgren - 31 May 2006 05:36 GMT
Around 5/30/2006 8:34 PM, Aunt Judy (Pride of Diarrhea)
<http://tinyurl.com/65nqz> wrote:
> The man is apprehensive to no end. His life's wish is behind that
> door! With trembling hands, he unlocks the door, turns the knob, and
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>
> But, of course, I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk
That was actually pretty good... Who'd you steal it from?

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Ted Kennedy - President of DDDAMM (Drunk Driving Divers Against Mad Mothers) - 31 May 2006 06:14 GMT
>But, of course, I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk
Wow; you *can* post without being an total a.s hole.
You should try it more often; you might find some friends.
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El Pollo Loco (Laura Bush Murdered Her Boyfriend) demonstrates it's complete gullibility, stupidity, and state of delusion when it falls for an April Fool's joke, hook, line, and sinker:
> http://groups.google.com/group/alt.politics.democrats.d/msg/008d032d86999983?hl=en&
Ragnar wrote:
> Gods, you're dumb. Its a rather obvious April Fool's joke. And you're
> the Fool.
This is no joke.
Scott en Aztlán - 31 May 2006 15:38 GMT
>But, of course, I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk
That's one of the funnier posts you've ever made, Judy. :)

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