To the horse it was about oats. The horse knew that upon arrival it would receive a hearty bowl of feed. The impending reward was enough to motivate it to keep running from point A to point B all day long – day in and day out.
In the eyes of the coachman – a simple person who was often a bit uncouth – it was not much different. He could hardly wait to reach the impending destination and receive his wages so he could be off to the local tavern for a good drink of aqua vitae and a healthy bite to go along.
As for the dignitary inside the coach, the purpose was understood in an entirely different light. To him the true objective for the voyage was the important business that needed to be attended.
More Than a Bowl of Oats – Kabbala Of Self-Sacrifice Continued
Back In the day when modern travel was still a dream, people would depend on a horse drawn carriage as their means of transportation. Such travel consisted of a horse, a coachman and, of course, a passenger – often an important dignitary or nobleman. Yet each of these components had their own divergent perception of the journey.
To the horse it was about oats. The horse knew that upon arrival it would receive a hearty bowl of feed. The impending reward was enough to motivate it to keep running from point A to point B all day long – day in and day out.
In the eyes of the coachman – a simple person who was often a bit uncouth – it was not much different. He could hardly wait to reach the impending destination and receive his wages so he could be off to the local tavern for a good drink of aqua vitae and a healthy bite to go along.
As for the dignitary inside the coach, the purpose was understood in an entirely different light. To him the true objective for the voyage was the important business that needed to be attended.
