Achinese man recalls "as a boy, i did not know what a god looked like, but i knew that mao was the god of our lives. when i was six, i accidentally broke a large porcelain mao badge. fear gripped me. in my life until that moment, the breaking of the badge seemed the worst thing i had ever done. desperate to hide my crime, i took the pieces and threw them down a public toilet. for months i felt guilty." this guilt is a sign that this boy had