When I was a child, existential questions were often procrastinated with a vague 'I'll explain it to you when you get older'. A leap of thirty years led me to shake the inalienable beliefs of my culture, silently distilled from a scholastic and univocal religious path. Albeit free of abstention, devoid of epistemological difference. It is therefore that I recount an important Christian function with the same thoughts as that child who encouraged God to listen to him.
