A young monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to help the other monks in copying the old laws of the church by hand. He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not from the original manuscripts. So, the new monk goes to the head monk to question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would never be picked up, in fact, that error would be continued in all the subsequent copies. The head monk, says, “You make a good point, my son.”

He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the original manuscripts are held in a locked vault. Hours go by and nobody sees the head monk. The young monk gets worried and goes down to look for him. He sees him banging his head against the wall and wailing.

“We missed the R, we missed the R, we missed the R.
“Father, cries the young monk. “What’s wrong”?
The head monk with tears in his eyes replies, “the word is celebrate.”