We hold our loved ones close like a mother hen with so many little chicks. Each one is completely dear, and none will be forgotten. We feel every fluctuation in their feelings, their hearts, their vibrancy, their self-sense.

The chick is so much more than the beak and feather. And spiritually, people are much more than their bodies. They are sparks of God, those beating hearts. In human beings, God is embodied, manifested in flesh, to be witnessed and enjoyed by us.

We should never allow such a grand gift, such an exquisite sacrifice, to go unnoticed or unloved. We should never allow the being, soul, heart of those we love to escape our grasp. We should not fail to see their infinite sensitivity, their perfect love, their expression. Realizing the sacrifice that they have made even to be born here with us, we ought to treasure them beyond what these words can ever tell.

Through all the trouble a person could possibly experience, we never cut them off. No problem that could be encountered by another being, no difficulty, no apparent confusion, or unfortunate manifestation should dim our love.

Psychically, we never consider at any time that this being is less than at any other time. A chick with a broken leg is just as lovable. We always give it our full attention and love. Spiritually, we recognize our obligation, our unity, our love for all beings throughout eternity.