What are your religious beliefs?

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Not long after the Inventor had attached Edward's legs and taught him how to walk, Edward and the Inventor stood looking out of a tower window down into the suburb that sprawled around the base of their high, mountaintop castle. The people on the streets below were almost as tiny as ants, and yet Edward's vision was so true that he could see each of them clearly. Although they all lived in identical houses on identical streets and wore identical clothes and drove identical cars, Edward could tell them all apart. At least, he could tell them apart from their appearance. Their lives were a strange and fabulous mystery to him. At that very moment, many of them, though by no means all were walking from their houses into their cars. They had done the very same thing exactly one week ago at this very same time. Edward had watched them drive to buildings that the Inventor called 'churches.'

"What are they doing?" Edward asked.

"Giving thanks to their Creator," the Inventor said.

Edward nodded and smiled, first at the people down below in that busy world, and then into the warm and smiling face of his own Inventor. Edward loved the Inventor with all of his heart, and knew that he was loved just as completely in return. That must be what religion is, Edward decided. Love.