If there is any bowing down to do, I will do it. I am at the height from which a bow can come. Come to My height, beloveds, and then you will bow down to yourself. As it is, beloveds, you work hard while I sit and enjoy. You go blindly through life while I know life backwards and forwards. You get stymied, troubled, anxious while I am content. You do all the work, and I sit watching the television of the world. You deserve a medal, and I will pin it on you.