One hundred and fifty-seven: Ignition (2)
What is fate?
I still remember, as a very young child, asking my mentor this question. At that time, the mentor smiled and stroked the head of her apprentice.
Fate is a loom, and this world is a gigantic factory.
This explanation left me, then a child, quite perplexed—what a factory was and how vast it could be.
The mentor was never angry, even if her apprentice seemed quite slow-witted.
A factory means a place where everyone works together, and gigantic... it's an adjective because the factory I speak of, encompasses all life under the heavens—everyone's fate is the loom before them. Every choice made in life leaves a mark on the loom, and all lives are weaving their destinies on this silk loom.
As a child, I somewhat understood, but still looked at my mentor with hopeful eyes, wishing she would say more.