Because heathens were good people who never killed or tortured anyone. They sure didn't sacrifice to the bog or anything like that. They sat around with hands across Europa loving and singing.

The words in my case, seem not to arise from my conscious but rather from the Great Omnipotent Designer/Destroyer. If I actually try to write I draw a blank, but if I empty myself the Spirit flows through me, and forward comes the words. Thee Logos operates, I can take NO credit.