More precious pretensions, purple prose™ as Alice Walker writes on ..., wait for it ..., Obama:
On any given day we, collectively, become the goddess of the three directions and can look back into the past, look at ourselves just where we are, and take a glance, as well, into the future.
This is the second sentence of her paean to the Senator Obama.
By the way, this my official entry into the Steely Dan lyric competition. I patiently await the Instalanche. Note, rejected alternate titles included "I Wanna Be Your Holy Man." That ought to answer this.