Everybody's got his own private interpretation. Every denomination has these seminaries, hatch out a bunch of incubator preachers. I always felt sorry for an incubator chicken. It had no mammy. No matter how much it chirped, it wasn't mothered. That's the way these machines turn out these clergymen, sometimes knows no more about God than a Hottentot does about Egyptian knight, or a rabbit knows how to put on snowshoes.