Ialways cheer up immensely if an attack is particularly wounding because I think,well, if they attack one personally, it means they have not a singlepolitical argument left.
Two prisonerswhose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. Thewall is the thing which separates them but is also their means ofcommunication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.
Oursubconscious minds have no sense of humor, play no jokes, and cannot tell thedifference between reality and an imagined thought or image. What wecontinually think about eventually will manifest in our lives.
