The greatest worship afforded to the almighty is when a man begins listening to his conscience.
In the deafening noise of this earth, humanity has a drowned out the voices, deafend itself to those it should have listened to the most, the small voices that form our consciences, our minds and our hearts.
Fate may dictate the path a man walks in this life, But how he so chooses to walk upon it, is entirely a product of his conscience.
Where the scholar looked ages in religious tomes for it, Where the pilgrim walked many miles and my holy sites in search of it, it was he who was simple who had found it. He had found his God, the thing he ought to worship, not in books or places no, for he always had it, he merely listened to his conscience that was all.