Deej Started It

Well, sort of. My contribution to the weekend frivolity.

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, and 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, tortured 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 many 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 travelled 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 open 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.

 

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Orion
Orion

I really hate you right now, Crunchy…

Grains of sand, huh…Well, how long can that really take? Be right back…

Orion

LC R6
LC R6

Sounds like liberal logic.

LC Guy S
LC Guy S

I, on the other hand, because my hearing is not as acute as it was in my younger days…thus the seductive sound would be not as clear to me…will join the local order of brothers just across the Wisconsin border from us. They harvest, gather, cut, fry, and package potatoes.

Yep….gonna be a chip-monk!

Orion
Orion

LC Guy S @ #:
That’s it, Guy S. You’re on the list.

Orion

LC Guy S
LC Guy S

Take a number Orion….most, if not all the alphabet agencies probably have me on their’s already! *grin*

single stack
single stack

Fucker

LC Scott
LC Scott

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LC Xystus
LC Xystus

But, of course, I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk.

Another, more important reason: You don’t have the answer because, as everyone here knows, you’re not one either! :em05:

LCBren
LCBren

An outlaw rides into a small town, pausing to see the saloon and smiling. It’s been a long ride from Abilene, a whiskey and meal looked good. His horse is brand new, a large roan stallion with a blaze on its forehead. He trots up to the saloon hitching pole and ties the horse up, wishing for a bath as… Read more »

irish19
irish19

But, of course, I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk.

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LC Sir Clambake, Imperial Black Ops Technician, K.o.E.
LC Sir Clambake, Imperial Black Ops Technician, K.o.E.

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LC Sir Clambake, Imperial Black Ops Technician, K.o.E.
LC Sir Clambake, Imperial Black Ops Technician, K.o.E.

BC, Imperial Torturer @ # 16: Thank you SO much. What has been seen cannot be unseen. :em07:

LC Cheapshot911, Dept. of Redneck Tech, Imperial Photographer, K.o.E.
LC Cheapshot911, Dept. of Redneck Tech, Imperial Photographer, K.o.E.

I know what the sound is,,, it’s that scream the drag on your fishing reel makes when you’ve set the hook n’ the game is ON!

LC Spare Parts
LC Spare Parts

May you be condemned to listen to the Gargoyle joke every day when you depart this life.

Baja Scorpion Jeff
Baja Scorpion Jeff

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