The act of writing, of alteration, of creation, is in a way itself the act of worship, of prayer, of submission. Why need I my words upon the shelf or myself upon the pulpit? Do others’ eyes lend the text greater strength, the altar attune the ear of Providence more closely to my voice? I am one of the faithful no matter where I stand, be it before the congregation or within its gathering, and words given freely are no less true than ones hardbound and sold for a price. I am content to let those with louder voices than mine preach from their podiums; it is enough for me to create for the sake of creation, to write for the sake of words.