Dad: Here it is. This is the Okto shrine built in honour of …
Daughter: Okto.
Dad: That’s right. Now take off your sneakers and I’ll guide you through every statue and painting.
Daughter: Why do I need to take my sneakers off?
Dad: See, even I have taken mine off.
Daughter: But why?
Dad: My little girl, it is a tradition. It is insulting to enter the shrine wearing any footwear.
Daughter: But why?
Dad: Because footwears are dirty. We should be barefoot in order to connect deeply with Okto.
Daughter: But my friends don’t remove their shoes when they go to a shrine. They don’t even worship Okto.
Dad: Everyone has their own faith and God. And each has its own customs.
Daughter: So are there other holy figures besides Okto?
Dad: Yes there are.
Daughter: So Okto has no jurisdiction over them?
Dad: Okto has jurisdiction over everyone.
Daughter: Then wouldn’t Okto be mad seeing people worshipping other deities?
Dad: That’s not how it works. It’s a little complicated. You’re too young to understand it.
Daughter: Will my friends go to a different heaven when they die?
Dad: Oh let us not go that far. You will figure out everything when you grow up.
Daughter: At what age did you figure out everything, Dad?
Dad: I… um…
Daughter: Have you figured it out yet?
(Silence; a long silence)
Dad: Let’s go inside and I’ll explain everything.
(To be continued)
I love that questioning daughter! Keep asking, Girl! Keep questioning everything. She who asks and listens and internalizes is bound for wisdom!
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I remember asking those questions of my father….ah, children.
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