My son and I sat quietly for several minutes on one of the several hundred stone steps we’d climbed to reach the Shinto shrine at Nikko, a UNESCO World Heritage Site northeast of Tokyo.  His sisters and mom were putting their shoes back on somewhere behind us.  A mountain stream could be heard nearby.  We were surrounded by trees, several times older than the two of us combined.  Not a person was in sight. Me:  “Where, do you think, is the most peaceful place we’ve ever been?” I…