"I'm glad you like it. It's a learned skill, actually, hammered into me by necessity and more than one wife." He gave her a kind of lopsided grin, feeling the pang of missing his family.
"No, please! Ask away. It's always better to ask and know than to not." Krishna tucked into his own plate for a moment, thinking. "Everyone will come to their own conclusion, and everyone is at least a little bit right, right? People look for a path in life, and faith will help them find it. Whether that's Hinduism, or Christianity, or whatever; it's all the same energy under different names. The stories are really just a vehicle for a moral code. I don't think anything is absolute. I hope that people will follow the examples I've set, but I can't make them do anything, so I can't know that for sure. I have faith that people will live good, fulfilling lives."
He tore off a piece of bread as he continued. "I have some I leave offerings to, but I don't pray in the way I think you're thinking. I practice yoga and meditation. It's a way to open the chakras to achieve oneness. To connect with the energy of everything around us is to be spiritually fulfilled." He mentally groaned. He was sounding very preachy, which he didn't like to do outside of a temple or the studio.
"I have knowledge of all the others because we're all part of the same being, but we've each lived our own lives and had our own adventures. I was alive during a difficult time in India, and the people held onto that faith. I'll exist in this form until Vishnu descends into his final incarnation and ushers in the new age.
"And I haven't been here long," he said, "only since the mid-sixties. I followed A.C. to New York. I exist here because people need me to exist. There might be another incarnation of me still in India. I've never run into him, though. I probably never will; Ghostbusters kind of taught me never to cross the streams, and it seems like good advice."