"I know," agreed Mike. "Tell the others that waiting has not filled." He went on to Jubal, "'Thou art God.' It's not a message of cheer and hope, Jubal.  It's a defiance - and an unafraid unabashed assumption of personal responsibility." He looked sad. "But I rarely put it over.  A very few, so far just these few here with us today, our brothers, understood me and accepted the bitter half along with the sweet, stood up and drank it - grokked it.  The others, the hundreds and thousands of others, either insisted on treating it as a prize without a contest - a 'conversion'... or ignored it entirely.  No matter what I said they insisted on thinking of God as something outside themselves.  Something that yearns to take every indolent moron to His breast and comfort him.  The notion that the effort has to be their own... and that all the trouble they are in is of their own doing... is one that they can't or won't entertain."