Ahuizote grew up in the Academy of God teaching. His was an education mixing generalities with specificity; deep thinking and hard science. Language studies, at which he excelled, was a constant gall to most students. Gifted in left brain thinking, Ahuizote caught the rhythms of the romance tongues and the deep clicks of the tonal.
Free to think in several languages, Ahuizote could delve into the cultural catalysts of religious thought. He could see the social urges and feel the primitive pushes of the human search for something to give meaning to the "now" and hope for "later."
The night was surely coming when no man could work. What could be do in the day to make night less fearful?
"The religion that loses its urge to convert," his religious history professor taught him, "demonstrates a loss of belief in its own power."
"The religion that no longer converts," the same woman told him, "demonstrates it has lost its power."
"If a religion loses its power," Ahuizote wanted to know, "can that power ever return?"
"It is unlikely," the Strong Woman told him. "History shows a disturbing trend for religions. That is, when people no longer sense efficacy from this or that faith, they generally abandon the god of that faith and move on to another one."
"How can people leave the Person of their god?" Ahuizote wanted to know.
"A personal, portable god is a late addition to the pantheon of gods," she told him. "Stone altars and high ceilinged temples occupy most of religious history. A god who appears to man in human form is not uncommon, since men get to form most of what they believe of god and can think only in certain themes. Men abandon gods the way they abandon centers of worship."
"I don't see how that can coincide with belief," Ahuizote said, though he had never actually believed in a god, or in The God.
"Belief seldom forms a religion of any power," she said.
"Huh?" he blurted, who had only been told to believe.
"Trust is the daughter of belief," she concluded his lesson for this day. "Your daughter will always care for you. She is the one through whom the ancients traced their lineage. Trust is born as belief but when she grows to maidenhood, she is trust. She must look up to see her suitor's face, for her stature is lesser. In looking up, she assumes the posture of trust. She must be provided for, supported and protected while she catches the seed and brings out life. Belief is the father of religion. Trust is the mother."
"I don't understand," Ahuizote said, as the wise woman introduced him to the mystery of religious faith.
He would start to believe.