I have spent fifty years on nature's doorstep. I have been in the mountains and on the lakes and on the rivers, occasionally for weeks at a time and often alone. I have been in the absolute silence of 50 degrees celsius below zero where a sound would carry for miles if there was one, and there wasn't.

You will say that I wasn't listening, and I will ask what need had I to listen? Why would I be looking? I only had to talk to the people around me - there were 33 different nationalities in a town of 500 - to see that there was a wide variety of ways of looking at the world, and quite a few ways of looking at religion. If all of these people had so many different faiths how could only one of them be right?

Actually, now that I'm talking about it I remember a discussion with Hassan Q. Sensoi - a Turkish Muslim - about this. His answer was something to the effect of "Do good works. When you die God will explain the differences in religions to you."

I had forgotten that.