The planet is swarming with the faithful. Like iron filings in a magnetic field they gravitate towards places of worship. Prostrating themselves before the steps of white-washed temples, encircling the ancient ruins of old, visiting the divine caves of the Lady of Fatima for a quick fix, dragging themselves on all fours; heels and elbows, bloodied and bruised, across the high Tibetan plains, and here; in the muddies and eddies of the river Ganges - that floweth from Heaven.
Why? What all this activity? There is much we humans don't understand about the world. Why am I poor and he wealthy? Why did she die? Why the struggle for a bowl of rice? So these rituals; when you look at the pained expressions on the peoples faces, are a grasp in the dark for, what I like to call 'The Grand Mystery', or the infinite unknowable. A grasp in the hope that something of this Grand Mystery will be revealed. But ultimately, though these are journeys to physical places of rock and stone and water, the real destination lies within us - in our hearts and soul. For that's where the mystery lies and where it will be uncovered.
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