Every religion is like a river and its followers are like the water molecules. The moment the molecules leave the source, the river gives them their purpose and to always progress towards the destination, the vast infinite ocean of wisdom. The molecules stumble, crumble and fumble, but the river always show them the leading light by treating every molecule the same. Sometimes they pass through the beautiful mountains and cities, sometimes through rocky terrain, but the river tells them that happiness and sadness are part of the journey, and they should not stop until they reach there. Same time the other factors throw in garbage and dirt, the wind brings in dust, the water becomes dirty, but the molecules maintain their true identity and the river tells them that this identity, the inner self, is all that matters while external is temporary and insignificant. The molecules may sometime deviate, evaporate, get stuck at the shores, drunk away, but the natural cycle always bring them bac