I imagined, this is what science and religion would looked like together. A group of scholars of faith fiddling through the scattered bones of my grandfather with percussion. It is, as if, any mistakes would tremble the very foundation and meaning of their existence. I thought these monks reminded me of the teenage dreamers that try to find the meaning of life through their favorite science-fiction novels. It may seem random, but when you experienced a death of a family member, your mind can wonders into strange places.
this is absolutely insane. Are they looking for the crystals? It seems so wrong to me to dig through bones of the recently deceased.
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