In a remote monastery . . .
 a new monk arrived to dedicate his life and to join the others copying ancient religious documents and records. The first thing he noticed was  that they were copying by hand from books that had already been copied from earlier copies by hand. He had to speak up. "Forgive me, Father Justinian, but copying other copies by hand allows any chances for error. How do we know we aren't copying someone else's  mistakes? Are they ever checked against the originals?" Father Justinian was startled!
No one had ever suggested that before. "I will take one of these latest copies down to the vault and study it against the original document." So Father Justinian went deep into the vault where no one else was ever allowed to enter, found the original source, and started to study. The day passed, and it was getting late. The old man had even missed the evening meal. Finally a senior monk went down into the vault to find the old man and as he approached the reading room, he heard sobbing, deep gasping sobs. "Father Justinian?", he called. "Are you alright?" The old priest raised his tear stained face. "Oh, my Lord," cried Father Justinian as he pointed a palsied hand to  the two books, the ancient text and the most recently copied copy, " the word is not 'celibate', it's 'celebrate' ! "