Once, there was a hill, and on that hill lived a group of monks.
They called themselves The Brotherhood.
Their camp consisted of a dormitory, winery, prayer hall, and kitchen.
Vineyards surrounded their camp, and there were caves in the hill to store wine.
The weather was always pleasant and warm.
A river ran nearby. They used it for irrigation, but never drinking. They had wells for that.
And every question they had, it was answered by a book.
The book. The only book.
The wine was the best ever made.
But, the brotherhood didn’t drink.
Such a waste, right?