I’ve wondered for some time how to describe my Work with the Gods. I still don’t really know. I serve them; I love them; I worship them. I kneel before them and kiss their feet, and my heart bursts inside me. I don’t know why. It’s just the way things are, and I don’t think I can deny it any longer. I was made to serve them, however they wish me to. I go where they tell me. I do what they tell me.
Am I their slave? No. It’s not like that. I do this willingly, because I love them. I won’t be punished for refusing them, but yet I know I will never refuse. I have chosen this life for now, and forever. Serving them makes me happy.
It makes me very happy!