SI: Do you try to make deals then?
King: No, I just absorb this spiritual revitalization, this rekindling of an unwavering vision that prepares me for the day's journey, whatever it may be. I tell you, it's exhilarating.
SI: And what do you see when you look in the mirror?
King: I see my hair, a burning bush basted in righteous juices. I say, "Thank you, Lord, for giving me this power you have bestowed upon me to protect me from the evil forces that will beset me today." God is pulling my hair upward into the heavens, holding it aloft for all humanity to see. My hair will remain that way as long as I'm considerate of others and don't let ego and vanity consume me to such a point that I think the world is mine and that the sun resides in me along with the rain and the snow and that I'm all-powerful, omnipotent, omniscient and ubiquitous. It is only when these spiritual vibrations stop cascading to my brain that I will lose the sense of power that catapults me into prominence and motivates me to towering heights. For now, my hair has mastered the universe! When I gaze into the mirror, I never cease to amaze myself. And I say this humbly.