He prostrated himself before the idol.

He whined. He sniveled. He bawled.

His violent howls shook the pedestal on which the idol was placed.

The idol hit him straight on the head.

Taken aback, he examined the broken pieces.

He saw the hollowness within.

He shook off the dust off him and went to work.

He did all that needed to be done.

Without excuses. Without doubts. Without fear.

He became His Own God.