As the ox said to his fellow-servant the camel when he refused to ease him of his burthen, It won't be long before you carry my burthen and me too, which fell out to be true when the ox died. So it happens to the mind when it refuses that little relaxation and comfort which it needs in its labor.
-Plutarch, Rules for Preservation of Health, Moralia
When it became evident to KhairAllah that the weight of my body plus my gear was over-burdening my camel, a small pure white called a Kabbāshi and considered an honor to ride, he did not offload my kit but rather mounted me on a stronger animal, a plump gelding. The drovers’ jokes aside about me riding a Khasī, a Castrate, I was relieved to no longer need a stick to beat its rump, which allowed more time for daydreams in the saddle.