Religion can be seen as an inherited legacy – a gift placed into the hands of a child who has yet to ask for it or grasp its meaning. It arrives beautifully wrapped in rituals, doctrines, and traditions, presented by family or society with reverence and expectation.
The child, innocent and unformed in their understanding of belief, becomes a vessel for ideas they did not seek, their mind a blank canvas onto which the strokes of faith are painted. It is not a choice, but a bequeathal – a seed planted in the soil of their being before they understand its roots or the fruit it might bear.
