Monday, September 20, 2010

Wishing a Mountain were a Mole Hill

A group of friars was mountain climbing.  It didn't take long, before they were utterly lost.  One of them took out the map and studied it.  He turned it upside down, sideways and every-which-way.  He spread it out on the ground, and sighted landmarks.  He consulted a compass and figured in the path of the sun.
   Finally he announced, "Look, see that big mountain over there?"
   "Yes," they said in unison.
   "Well, we're standing on top of it."

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