Scoop majesty out of godless henpeckery. That is what we must do. We must scoop majesty out of godless henpeckery. The majesty of God, of the God-self, is within our grasp, and is a graspable commodity indeed. I know this. I feel this. Majesty. Majesty is a God-given trait, which we have swapped for the bodice of decadence that carries death closer to our door each time the door is opened or closed. We can find this majesty even in henpeckery, even as the wife nags her husband. At the end of each human horror there is a discarded crown, and that is the crown of our own secret majesty. God is in the majesty, beckoning us towards Him as we give up our crassness, our crudeness, our inner ugliness and embrace the best part of ourselves.