The author went to a temple to pray for peace, and accidentally saw an ancient banyan tree with a split trunk. I looked up at it from below, and an image of a young man sitting leisurely and contentedly in the split appeared in my mind. After this imagination disappeared, I looked at the empty big banyan trunk again, and I felt that there might have been such a young man sitting on it, but he later left due to necessity.
I stayed up all night after returning home, and my thoughts surged under the moonlight, so I wrote this article.
There is no CP in the full text. It is narrated in the first person but I have blurred the gender. You can substitute your own gender for viewing.
Concept: Will God love everyone equally?