It was one of the Big Questions, perhaps the biggest. Brother Francis took it upon himself, walking the cloisters in deep meditation searching for the answer. At his funeral the joke was that he was so dedicated, the heart attack didn’t stop his pondering.
The plaque made me smile.
The ancient monastery breathed memories, it was like I was stepping back in time, or into a dream.
I entered the cloister. An old monk, dressed as they had for over a thousand years, walked, head bowed.
He stopped, pointed up, and said, “Eureka!” He vanished.
Francis finally found his answer!
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