Out Of Interest

I was sitting in a religious class this morning, learning about procedures for completing the pilgrimage to Makah, when the following question framed itself in my mind: Why do models of the world based on the notion that behaviour borne of simple self-interest must be a kind of determinant of our specie make less and less sense as one grows older? I now offer it to the world as evidence of a wandering yet engaged mind.

By the way, there's a lot of humour involved in our Sunday morning class, courtesy of Ustad Haron, and much consideration of the merits of various foodstuffs. The dividing line between the sacred and profane melts, and rightly so, in the wonder of it all.