The old man sat rocking in his chair on the porch when his great-grandson came and sat next to him. He looked at the patriarch and asked, “Pe-Po, what’s our religion?” The old man looked at him and replied, “The spirit of all people and things; spirituality, my son. However, I wouldn’t call it a religion. In fact, it isn’t one.” “Spit-you-all-you-tee?” the...