just like when i'm out in the fields come the break of dawn, checking on my crops under the guise of the morning mist, almost incognito, i reckon discussing religions reminds me of the importance of roots and antecedents. you know, each belief system, much like the variety of seeds we plant, requires understanding and respect. sometimes, traditions may seem to disobey the modern rush, urging us to pause, reflect, and maybe even recommence from the outset, to appreciate the cycle of growth and renewal. just as my ancestors did, we nurture these systems, ensuring they thrive, fostering a community that respects each unseen effort beneath the surface.