It is solemn. There are candles lit everywhere and the although the temple is full, no one is speaking and all you can hear are muted scuffling feet.  There is an eerie shadow cast on the walls that look like there are ghosts moving from this realm to the next.
Inside Temple, Inside Temple
although the temple is full, no one is speaking and all you can hear are muted scuffling feet.
monk
I am a monk in a monastery. I live a quiet life worshipping God. I work hard all day to make food for my brothers in the monastery.
Begin to pray Is that truly necessary?  Isn't it enough that I am here at all? It is a step, being here. Though, no, that isn't enough. How can I be certain of what you believe?  The goddess has never shown herself to me.  I need proof to worship. Then there is your problem. How are you supposed to have faith? Faith doesn't come with proof. What are you looking for in this temple? How can I have faith of such a mystical being without a single shred of proof?  I am looking for a deeper meaning and a sense of belonging, but I am not sure I am meant for this place.  Only time will tell if you are meant to be here. We are always willing to accept anyone who wants to devote the time. Is there a reason you are searching for a higher meaning? I find that my soul is empty and my dreams are dark.  I often imagine my own death and a void in the afterlife while I slumber.  Is that normal? It is normal for a soul that has not found the light, one with distress, one with a plagued life. Tell me, stranger, what keeps you stuck in the dark? Fear of the light, if that is indeed what worship of the goddess is.  Fear of being made to look a fool if this isn't true. Being made to look a fool is part of being humble. We must be able to accept, learn, and grow. Do not be afraid to try, even if it is only to fail. Show me the way monk.  I want to learn to be humble.  I want to have true joy.