Today I realized that I had belittled you to soon. On the streets today I found how your visionary Constantine had given you more boundary and reign than you could ever have hoped to have by your physical force. Now your subjects line up willingly to pay tribute and to glimpse your grandeur. They pay willingly and they pay with more than their pockets, they pay with the price of their souls to support your gold and priestly robes.
This subjection could have never been extracted from the body but with the mind all things can be viewed to be what they are not. The lover of man, who told you to worship no idols, you have created statues of him with his mother and disciples. I see your pomp, your rule, and your reign. Although now they are etheric, not earth and dust yet die they must.