Actually I'm not sure if I want those questions answered. Asking questions is easy and having answers is hard. Action is hard. Belief is hard. Easy and uncomfortable, maybe, hard and comforting, maybe. Boy's family has a carved wooden question mark in their entry-way, where in many homes in Qu�bec you would find a carved wooden cross. "The question mark is the inverted plough," a reading said at a service a few weeks back. What am I planting, I wonder?

I have been carrying a qu'ran in translation in my backpack for days now, never quite getting to the point of opening it. I feel like when I do I had better do things right, like it's a rollercoaster you need to be well and buckled in for before the ride starts. But it's just a book.