“We found that we had indeed been worshipers. What a state of mental goose flesh that used to bring on! Had we not variously worshiped people, sentiments, things, money, and ourselves?
“And then, with a better motive, had we not worshipfully beheld the sunset, the sea, or a flower? Who of us had not loved something or somebody? Were not these things the tissue out of which our lives were constructed? Did not these feelings, after all, determine the course of our existence?
“It was impossible to say we had no capacity for faith, or love, or worship. In one form or another, we had been living by faith and little else.”
-Alcoholics Anonymous P. 54