Religion is not a pure herb,
Let alone the place where the Principle of Life grows and inspires.
Religion is a mix of herbs with a particular flavour. European Basil, Asian Curry, a blend of Eastern spices.
It gathers in the single container our sets of ready-to-sprinkle beliefs, our peculiar scents of wandering, aroma of culture and history, conceptual salts.
The offer of condiment differs depending on ages and spaces.
To a pacified visitor, they tell about their original land and primary sap,
out of which they might have grown.
Thus, such visitors must remember this whenever they find themselves entangled in endless conversations from street corner cooks and authors of recipe books vainly seeking the ultimate mix.