There was a man in Europe in a business trip. His car broke down in the middle of a road that sound through the peaceful plains. Along the way to a nearby repair station, he heard the most beautiful sound in all his life. He had to know what caused it. He followed the sound all the way back to a small monastery, sitting on a hill. He knocked on the door, and a Monk answered. The man explained his situation, and then said,"That is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. I must ask, what makes it?" The Monk responded: "I can't tell you, only a monk may know. However, you are welcome to stay the night if you want." The man stays the night, and continues the next morning. Years later, he gets married, and brings his wife to the monastery to hear the sound. She agrees whole heartedly that it is the most beautiful sound in the world. She knocks on the monastery door, and is answered by a monk. She asks what makes the sound. The Monk responded with "I would tell you, but only a monk may know. However, you are welcome to stay the night." And in the morning, they continue on their vacation. Decades later, the man lost his job. His wife left him, and took his only child with her. He was so very sad, the only thing that could make him happy was hearing that sound again. So he saved his money, and traveled to the monastery. He knocked, met the Monk, and gave his story. "Enlightened one", he said," I have nothing left in the world. I would just like to know: What makes that sound?" "I may not tell you, my child. Not unless you were to become a Monk." "How must I become a Monk?" "Count every blade of grass, and every grain of sand, and then return here." So the man traveled for the next several years, counting every blade of grass and grain of sand. He returned to the monastery, and gave them the numbers. They concurred, and said,"Congratulations, you are now a Monk." He responded with,"I know the virtues of patience, however I must ask: what makes the beautiful sound?" The monk told the man to follow him. Down a hallway lines with silver, there was a golden door. Beyond that was a golden hallway, with a platinum door. Beyond that was a platinum hallway with a pair of plain doors. The monk opened the doors, and the man saw the most wondrous thing in the world, the only thing capable of making such a sweet sound. And I'd tell you what it is, but you aren't a monk.