Laxmi and the blessing trunk

Today I met a priest. He made little sense here. Everything I see belongs to the God of the Monkeys. He sits up there in the temple, overlooking the village and the ancient town. He has got monkeys as ministers and human beings worship him with mysterious rituals and a great deal of money exchange. I am feeling excluded and foreign because I can't understand and Im securing myself within the walls of western values and comfort. I have too many questions and no answers yet. I am mentally tired. All I need is relaxing and letting things happen. Like today, when I was sitting on the doorsteps of the train, looking at the landscape, the few groups of farmers here and there, and giving shapes to the trees...