A new monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned
to help the
other monks in copying the old texts by hand. He notices, however,
that they are copying copies, not the original books. So, the new monk
goes to the head monk to ask him about this. He points out that if there
were an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of
the other copies.
The head monk says "We have been copying from the copies for
centuries, but you make a good point, my son." So, he goes down into
the
cellar with one of the copies to check it against the original.
Hours later, nobody has seen him. So, one of the monks goes
downstairs to look for him. He hears a sobbing coming from the back of
the
cellar, and finds the old monk leaning over one of the original books
crying. He asks what's wrong.
The old monk sobs, "The word is celebrate."