A priest asked the Master, “What is fate?”
The Master answered:
It is that which gives a beast of burden its reason for existence.
It is that which men in former times had to bear upon their backs.
It is that which has caused nations to build byways from City to City upon which carts and coaches pass, and alongside which inns have come to be built to stave off Hunger, Thirst, and Weariness.
“And that is fate?” said the priest.
“Fate? I thought you said freight,” responded the Master.
“That’s all right” said the priest, “I wanted to know about freight, too.”
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If there’s a joke here, I’m missing it.
It’s a very weak pun and a satire of mystic wisdom being delivered in the form of riddles. The joke being that the Master’s answer is delivered in a vague enough style to make it a plausible answer to the question the priest initially asked (although it’s much stronger as a definition of freight than a definition of fate). It’s also completely useless as an answer to either question, since it doesn’t tell you anything about fate or freight unless you already have a decent understanding of what it is.
It’s not hugely funny, but it appeals to my sense of surrealism.
‘Twas fate the Master thought the priest said freight.
I like it, but, I had a hard time seeing the answer as applying to fate.
That’s the joke, though. It sounds profound and you’re thinking, well, okay, I never quite thought about fate in that way… hmm, I don’t know… then the punch line.
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