I still don't get it Seventh.
A very wealthy man had two sons. As do we all, he grew old, and he knew his time was short. He called his sons to him, saying he couldn't decide which of the two sons would get his money when he died. He would determine the son to get his riches by a race. The two sons were set forth the next morning for Kaddisht, a town some twent miles away. The son whose camel was the
last to arrive at the finish line would be accounted his father's wealth.
When the sun arose, it found the two men ready for the race, dressed for travel and mounted upon their best camels. Their father gave them his blessing and wished them well, and the race was on. Each son employed every method he could think of to stay behind the other, while the beasts grew restless and the sun sank low behind the desert. By the end of the day, the two men had gone less that 100 paces!
Deeply troubled, the two brothers took shelter at an inn. There they shared wine and discussed their troubles. Each man was wealthy by his own labors and each had business affairs and families to tend. The task their father had given them had no clear end in sight. In pursuing their inheritance, the men were in very real danger of perishing in the desert that lay between the inn and the town of Kaddisht. The men told the barkeep their dilemma. After a moments thought, the barkeep told them two words of advice.
The next morning the brothers both set out for Kaddisht, but this time they rode as fast they could. Tell me, what were the two words the barkeep had told them?