You inhale the adulation and admiration of lesser angelic beings like incense, and it occurs to you that they should be worshipping YOU in addition to the Most High God! After all, you are so unique, so special; why should God receive all glory? Yes, that’s what you crave: worship.
They played the flute for us, and we did not dance; they sang a dirge and we did not mourn.
- Bye-bye West. You are a has-been. Who no longer shares the same ancestors, language, religion, principles, manners, and customs. It has become nothing but a confused mixture of sounds and voices of tumult, turmoil, uproar, bedlam, and clamor.