And so it began with a spat of irreverence. They couldn’t believe he had said it. Or she. The story hasn’t gotten to a point where any kinds of characters have been established and there is no discernable sex for our protagonist, if the story even has one. After all, irreverence is just a word in the dictionary. But this is trite and circumstantial because the story is, after all, (indirectly) about Jesus, as he was a Nazarene. There was a great hullabaloo about his homecoming –given it was only his second time returning to this perpetually uninterrupted, spinning blue tear we call earth –and everybody was besides themselves with joy, and everyone could hardly believe it; with the exception of a young girl named Alma, who lived in the Port of Spain and didn’t believe it was Jesus at all.
“Alma,” her Father said. “Why is it that you cannot see what’s in front of you? Why is it that you cannot see that it's who has come back for us?” Alma only half listened to her father while she drew circles in the sand using a stick. Without looking up, committed to her unremitting nonchalance, she said: “Pero Padre, it cannot be , because where is his great, big, round belly?”
Perplexed, her father cleared his throat and squinted at his daughter. “Alma, mi Dulce,” He said. “ does not have a great, big, round belly.”
“Pero, he does,” she said, looking up. “And where is his great, big, bald head?”
“Mija,” her father continued, “ does not have a great, big, bald head.”
“Pero, he does,” Alma insisted, putting her hands on her hips and stomping her small foot into the hot, dry ground. “And where is his great, big, toothy smile!”
“Mija, does not smile because he sees all that is wrong in this world, and so, for that, he weeps for us.”
“Than that is why it is not ,” Alma said. “Because he is looking at all the wrong things.”
And with this, the little Spanish girl named Alma, who lived in the Port of Spain, put down her stick and ran laughing, carelessly and free, towards nothing in particular. Hence why it is that all children are Buddhists: because they are happy with nothing and believe happiness to be the only one true religion.