Fear has made everything you think you see.
All separation, all distinctions, and the multitude of differences you believe make up the world.
They are not there. Love's enemy has made them up.
Yet love can have no enemy, and so they have no cause, no being and no consequence.
They can be valued, but remain unreal. They can be sought, but they can not be found.
Today we will not seek for them, nor waste this day in seeking what can not be found.
It is impossible to see two worlds which have no overlap of any kind. Seek for the one; the other disappears.
But one remains.
They are the range of choice beyond which your decision cannot go.
The real and the unreal are all there are to choose between, and nothing more than these.
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