Daniel Mills

The Sky Is Not the Limit Daniel Mills

One warm summer night, a group of monks were casually interacting while walking
toward their place of worship. About half way on their journey, they came upon a
gentleman, frantically and carefully searching the grounds under a street light, in an effort to recover something seemingly of significant importance. Caught up in their engaging conversation, the monks briefly glanced at him, but merrily continued along their way.

Sometime later after their worship which lasted for about three hours, on their way home, the monks observed that the gentleman was still in the same general location searching but this time, with even more urgency, frustration and the meanest look of determination.