No being ever was, or is, or will be, higher than the being that is filled with kama. It is the innermost core (of the world), o king of righteousness; on it is founded dharma and artha. As butter from sour milk, so kama comes forth from artha and dharma...better is the flower and the fruit than the wood, kama is more excellent than artha and dharma. As honey is the sweet juice from the lower, so kama is from these two, according to the teaching of tradition. Kama is the womb of dharma and artha, and kama makes up their essence. Without kama the manifold workings of the world would not be thinkable.

A religious person has nothing to do with organised religion, but he has something to do with the inner poetry, the poetry of life. He has something to do with the inner dance; he has a dancing energy. He is in deep romance with life, he is in romantic love with life. He is immensely grateful for each moment of joy that God goes on giving. And we are not even worthy. We don't deserve it. We have not earned it. It is a gift. 

Inner and outer call from some of the smartest folks ever counted God, to me, it seems, is a verb.