<<It is a strange thing to be worshipped. To receive prayer. I care for them deeply but I cannot always give rain when they sing, or mend wounds when they cry, even though my heart breaks for it. I have been given a great honor in preparing them for what is to come. In making sure they evolve. They must survive, and they must be ready. They are the future of mankind; they carry the torch of their race. And so I teach them to survive drought, to overcome hardship; I teach them to be in harmony so they can develop in time for their arrival; and I test them so they can see themselves and know how much they have grown.>>