The master contemplated for a time, and then said, “It is that which gives meaning to the Beasts of Burden. It is that which Man must bear upon his back. It is that which drives the urgency of the cities and causes men to build roads and highways, and upon them inns and roadhouses.”
The young monk thought a minute and said, “Oh. So that is Fate.” The master looked up, startled.
“Fate? Fate did you say?” said the master. “I’m sorry. I thought you said Freight.”
“Oh?” said the young monk. “Well, I wanted to know what Freight was, too.”