Daily Signet

Let me tell you about Monkey Golf. The story goes that about a decade ago, in India, near a temple where monkeys abound, a huge, expensive and very exquisite golf course was built. Fit for kings. But when the kings came to play golf and hit their balls true or not, no matter what the lie, whether on the fairways, in the rough, the sand or the greens, the monkeys would dash out, grab each ball, run off and drop the ball wherever their wont. Of course, that ruined the game the kings intended to play. How can you play SERIOUS golf when the monkeys do what they want with your balls? So the kings gave up the game of SERIOUS golf and started playing monkey golf. Wherever a monkey dropped the ball, the king laughed and played the ball from there. And immediately the game became joyous because, after all, what else can you do but laugh at your plans until you fall down, crying with joy. And of course, people became masters at golf because they got to play many situations they hadn’t been prepared for. And, over time, Monkey Golf became a great joy. Joy, always joy, a world filled with joy.                

Ben Leichtling