Chapter 211: 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.
Each person’s fate can only be seen by themselves—not because you are too far from them, but because fate lies beneath each person’s feet. You cannot walk in their place, nor can you light their path, for those lights can only be kindled by oneself. Everybody’s fate depends on their own choices, and everyone will pay the price for those choices.