The fire warms all who come near. We do not glorify the match or the wick, nor do we raise sticks or flint above it. Yet these bring the fire to the world. Instruments and means. So too the Ways, the Prophets' words and works; the teachings, the paths. The sun shines on all. It is diffused by the prism. Does one wish all colors were blue or red or green? Not at all. We rise to the source. Together they blend to the whole.
Do we work in part or pray in part? It is then of no matter and no consequence; when one says one thing and does another. The heart attuned to the One. The breath connecting the body to the soul. The actions, thoughts, feelings, aligned toward the goal. And all else let go. Rise heart and let follow the rest. Religion comes then to man.