Here is a story:
An aged father and his son are making their way up the slopes of an isolated mountain. The father carries the implements of ritual destruction—fire and knife—and the son shoulders the material for building, but also for burning. The father, stooped under the burden of age and the weight of sacred duty, proceeds in silence. He patiently answers the son's questions, which pierce the air and, for a moment, the father's conscience. Then the silence closes over father and son once again, and they go on.
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