Yesterday we all divided to explore Tokyo. Rajiv, my mom and i went to a big hotel in the Asakusa area. We then explored the Buddhist temple dedicated to the goddess Kannnon. There were swarms of people, many Geisha girls and boys in traditional dress. At the shrine inside the temple i took note of a very Beverley Hills looking Japanese girl, lots of bling in shorty shorts. I watched her as she walked up to the center of the shrine... she throw a small coin into the box and bowed her head to pray. People came and went and came and went and she remained there head bowed. I wondered what challenge she was facing, what favors she was asking the goddess, what quandries they were discussing together. Suddenly she was not some shallow girl as i had so judged her to be, but a deep river.... my heart sweld as i pondered how similar we all are, dressed in different armer that makes us feel so separate.