A preacher said unto me once:
You must either obey the Word of God wholly or cast It all aside.
However, you cannot extract from It that which pleases you.

And I replied:
The Word of God is food for the hunter in life.
And the hunter, when he has slain his prey, picks the flesh from the bones.
For he would not go hungry nor would he swallow dead bones.

And the preacher became angry with me and recited a passage from Scripture in argument.
And in his recital, he choked on his words and died.

If you can’t find magic in the ordinary, how shall you find it in the grandiose?