February 28, 2007

THE SACRED SOUND

A man is driving down the road,
and his car breaks down near a monastery.

He knocks on the monastery door, and says,
"My car broke down.
Do you think I could stay the night?"

The monks graciously receive him, give him dinner, and even fix his car.

That night in a monastery guest room, as the man tries to fall asleep,
he hears a strange sound,
one unlike anything he's ever heard before.

An alluring, seductive, but sacred and overwhelmingly captivating sound!

He doesn't sleep that night.
He tosses and turns trying to figure out what that sound could possibly be.

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 at the response, the man leaves the monastery.

Years later, never having forgotten that sound,
the man goes back to the monastery,
and pleads for the answer again.

The monks reply again,
"We can't tell you.
You're not a monk."

The man says,
"If the only way I can find out is to become a monk, then please, make me a monk."

The monks reply,
"You must travel the earth and count all the blades of grass and all the grains of sand.
When you bring us the number, you will have become a monk."

The man sets about his task.

After years of labor he returns as a gray-haired old man, and knocks on the door of the monastery.

A monk answers and leads him before a gathering of all the monks.

The man reports,
"In my quest to find what makes that beautiful sound, I traveled the earth, and I have found what you sent me to find.
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 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 mystery of the sacred sound."

They lead the new monk to a wooden door, where the superior of the monastery hands him a key, and says,
"The sound is beyond that door."

The new monk opens the door.

Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone.

The man receives 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 strong.

The superior says,
"Here is the last key, and there is the last door."

The new monk is apprehensive to no end: the answer to his life's obsession is behind that door.

With trembling hands…

he unlocks the door…

turns the knob…

and slowly pushes the door open.

He falls to his knees,
utterly overcome to discover the source of the sacred sound…













































… but I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.


11 Comments:

Anonymous Jeron said...

That's not nice.

1:48 PM  
Anonymous Anne said...

That is SO wicked. I'd say you need to confess that but I know you aren't sorry... *wink*

4:13 PM  
Anonymous Shellie said...

HILARIOUS! Thank you Anne for pointing me to this post!

6:02 PM  
Anonymous Bob Farrell said...

Yep...you are really, REALLY healed of your earlier malady!

7:20 PM  
Blogger Mark Cephas Tan said...

Haha... this is a good one...

5:27 AM  
Blogger Sharon said...

You rotter! lol

3:05 AM  
Blogger Kim said...

this is just pure evil. :)

8:34 AM  
Anonymous Panda Rosa said...

Now this is just mean! smarty-pants...
since I'm a woman, does that mean I'll never know or can I just become a nun?

8:24 PM  
Blogger Domini Sumus said...

IMO it's Gregorian Chant.

7:31 AM  
Anonymous Zabou_the_terrible said...

Excellent ! :-) Thank you for this funny post !

7:45 AM  
Blogger PraiseDivineMercy said...

How evil!!!! Though I do agree that it's most likely Gregorian chant...

3:58 PM  

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