A pilgrim was walking along a road, when one day, he passed what appeared to be a monk sitting in a field. Nearby men were working on a stone building.
“You look like a monk,” the pilgrim said.
“I am that,” said the monk.
“Who is that working on the abbey?”
“My monks,” said the man. “I am the abbot.”
“It’s good to see a monastery going up,” said the pilgrim.
They’re tearing it down,” said the abbot.
“Whatever for?” asked the pilgrim.
“So we can see the sunrise at dawn,” said the abbot.
Thomas Moore, Meditations
Good to see your sunrise, Rachael.