The spark in her eyes

 

As I roamed the streets of a Japanese town that had a European flavor to it given its architectural structure, I was as if reminded how in my foreignness, I had come to feel comfortable… how I grew familiar to diversity despite its fluctuating character
Subsequently, a flow of thoughts emerged
In the diversity of their morals and theories, what if religions held space to critical contemplation... What if, as it is with philosophies, religions were neither right nor wrong, but simply, objectively debatable.
What if the quest was not actually about finding the ultimate truth (if at all there is one) but rather locating a peaceful space where one’s being is aligned with the fluctuating nature of reality…