There is a story about a monastery in Europe
perched high on a cliff several hundred feet in the air.
The
only way to reach the monastery was to be suspended in a basket
which was pulled to the top by several monks who pulled and tugged with
all their strength.
Obviously the ride up the steep cliff in
that basket was terrifying.
One tourist got exceedingly nervous
about half-way up as he noticed that
the rope by which he was suspended
was old and frayed.
With a trembling voice he asked the monk who
was riding with him in the
basket how often they changed the rope.
The monk thought for a moment
and answered brusquely, "Whenever it
breaks."
Saturday, November 17, 2012
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