A new young monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to help the other monks in copying the old canons and laws of the church by hand.

He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not the
original manuscripts. So, the new monk goes to the head Abbot to ask him
about this, pointing out that if there was an error in the first copy from
the original, that error would be continued in all of the subsequent 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 dark caves underneath the monastery where the
original manuscript is held in a locked vault that hasn't been opened for
centuries. Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot.

So, the young monk gets worried and goes downstairs to look for him. He sees
him banging his head against the wall. His forehead is all bloody and bruised
and he is crying uncontrollably.  The young monk asks him what's wrong and the Abbot shouts over and over, "the word was celebrate, the word was celebrate"