A brief glimpse into why I haven't told my grandfather that I'm not a Christian (or that I am a religion major);
My mom was flipping through a catalogue of yard-decor shit. Yard-decor-shit that includes many different Buddha statues. My mom says "OH! A smiling Buddha! I never see those"
I reply, "Really? He's everywhere. Maitreya, the happy, Future Buddha..."
My grandpa intercedes, and he says "The Buddha...What does he matter? He's not here. He's not real..."
"Quite right, the Buddha is dead....just like Jesus" was my reply.
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