A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery.
He goes up to the monastery, knocks on the door, and asks, “My car has broken down. Do you think I could stay the night?”
The monks graciously welcome him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car.
As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no other that he has ever heard.
The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”
The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way.
Six years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.
The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car.
That night, he hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard six years earlier.
The next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”
The man says, “All right, all right. I’m dying to know.
“If the only way I can find out what that sound was, is to become a monk, how do I become 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 sand pebbles.
“When you have found these numbers, you will become a monk.”
So the man sets about his task.
Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks again on the door of the monastery.
He says, “I have travelled the earth and devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you had asked for.
“There are 371,145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.”
The monks reply, “Congratulations, you are correct and now you are now a monk.
“We shall now show you the way to the sound.”
The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “the sound is behind that door.”
The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked.
He asks, “May I have the key?”
The monks give him the key, and he opens the wooden door.
Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone.
The man requests the key to the stone door.
The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby.
He demands another key from the monks, who provide it.
Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire.
And so it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst.
Finally, the monks say, “This is the key to the final door.”
The man is relieved to so close to his lifelong quest.
He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is astonished to find the source of that strange sound.
It is truly an amazing and unbelievable sight
But before I disclose what was behind that final door may I ask you, dear reader, are you a monk?