Monk On A Rope
A monastery was perched high on an isolated cliff, and the only way to reach it
was to ride in a basket which was hauled to the top by a team of monks.
The ride up was not for the faint-hearted, and one visitor was looking
exceedingly pale by the time he reached the summit. As he stepped trembling from
the basket, he couldn’t help noticing that the rope was old and frayed.
“How often do you change that rope?” he asked one of the monks.