Once upon a time there was a holy celibate and self-made preacher who traveled far and wide to teach the proper way of reciting prayers. Perchance, he heard of a small island in the middle of a large lake where a secluded place of worship stood. There, were monks of high order who have practiced their own method of reciting prayers from time immemorial.
So, the preacher made up his mind to pay them a visit, journeyed to the edge of the lake and took a small ferry rowboat across. When he arrived at the place of worship, he was accorded a simple, warm and respectful welcome. In the prayer session that followed, he noticed that the monks were reciting the prayers incorrectly. The preacher then took upon himself to authoritatively correct them for which the monks were graciously thankful.
Upon completing his mission, he returned by the same ferry rowboat that had brought him. In the middle of the journey, he heard a few voices calling out to him, "Great Master, Great Master, please wait up. We are unsure of one of the stanzas you taught us. Could you kindly repeat it for our benefit?" The preacher turned around and after a long pause choked a reply, "It doesn't really matter. Just continue to recite what you have been reciting all along."
The 3 monks behind him who waited for his reply were patiently and calmly standing on the water ...
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