There was a monastery perched high on a cliff. The only way to reach it was by riding in a basket, which several monks hauled up to the top.
The ride was steep, and to those who visited, it was terrifying.
One visitor was extremely nervous. Halfway up the ascent, he saw that the rope holding the basket was a bit frayed. He frantically asked the monk next to him how frequently the rope was changed.
After a brief silence, the monk replied, “Whenever it breaks.”
