One bank wanted a solid business plan, and appeared to be very interested. For weeks Warren met with Father John 1-3 times each week, frequently for many hours. Way too much of the time the discussion was on dreams. It was like pulling teeth to get details. Warren addressed this issue, but things didn't change, so Warren took the time to develop his own details based on what appeared to be realistic. A solid business plan was actually developed which could be implemented in stages. Then Father John wanted to tinker with the plan in ways that constantly made the plan unworkable. The bank's interest began to wane.

       Warren's father was in a nursing home. Father John and Warren would visit Dad and talk recycling ideas, then work on the monastery project. It was as if Warren was being pulled into two grand, wonderful, impractical projects simultaneously. One day as Warren was driving Father John home, Father John said, "Warren, I want to buy Chimorel from you." Not long after that he offered the "controllership" to a retiring nonprofit accountant who wasn't interested.