I have always been fascinated by monks
and monasteries. Many years ago, I read the novel The Name of The Rose by
Umberto Eco. It takes place in an Italian monastery, and the heroes of the
story are the Fransiscan monk William of Baskerville, and his novice Adso of
Melk.
Some years later, I was in Vienna,
Austria on vacation. I took the opportunity to visit the Melk Abbey. The
monastery is an awesome building, on a hilltop by the river Danube. It takes an
hour or two (if I remember correctly) by train westward from Vienna.
The monastery had a real Gutenberg
Bible, printed by Johann himself, on exhibition in the museum. When we visited,
there was a summer camp for kids going on. The boys were playing football
outside the monastery, with a monk in black robes blowing the whistle as ref.
I find the life of a monk quite
attractive, in some ways It would fit nicely with my introvert nature. I could
enjoy hours and days in peaceful silence, studying books.
However, I also see a few problems.
First, I would probably read the wrong books. Second, I don’t believe in God
(most monks do). Third, the counter-natural obligation of the celibacy would
probably drive me crazy. I guess this
happens to some monks from time to time.
Let me summarize it in this childish M-poem:
Meeting
Mary
Magdalene in the
Monastery is
Mecca for a
Monk >;D
Funny poem. It certainly is a different way of life.
ReplyDeleteJust live the life you long for: reading books you like to read, believing in whatever you choose and enjoying what monks cannot. Almost all in life is a matter of choice :-).
ReplyDeleteI couldn't be a monk either. I believe in God and love him, but I am also very fond of one of his greatest gifts to us...sex. Celibacy is not for me.
ReplyDeleteI'm a fan of that book too. I read it after seeing the movie starring Sean Connery.
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