OK, indulge me a minute. I am going to put myself in some imaginary shoes for a moment.
Daniel scanned the great auditorium. From where he stood, he could see the faces for only a few rows, but every one was adoring, faithful, humble. Row after row faded back to a patchwork of sober greys and splashes of colour as gay as a crazy quilt. Good and faithful sheep. Sheep who stayed true through every twist and turn of doctrine. The burden is heavy, so heavy. A few short years, only a few short years and he would no longer be there to guide them. Who would take care of them, and watch over them as he had?
The lawyers and the directors? They care only for the pocketbook.
The next generation? They are too wrapped up in their own concerns.
He wept.
(My guess, people who rise to that level of leadership really believe nobody else could do as good a job as them. Even Jehovah himself. I bet Daniel never expected to be "in this system of things" this long. He never anticipated leaving behind such a great crowd of followers, shepherdless.)