I had maybe a rather childish inspiration a couple of days ago. It goes something like this: God is saying, “If all this were real, surely I would do something about it. I would heal all disease, eliminate all evil and correct all error and lies, and be done with this opposing mortal mind and its world. But I, God, cannot fix anything that does not exist. That is why I sent my Son, to show you it is not real.”

I feel sad when I realize how millions of good Christians have implored heaven to “fix things,” and heal loved ones. But evil and matter always was their reality, and as long as we think it is reality, it will be. So much unanswered prayer, so much suffering. It takes constant work to keep ourselves above it, because it does seem very real and normal to our senses.

Isn’t it an insult to God to think He has anything to do with “this?” That He could know it, be aware of it, allow it? God knows only His perfect Mind or creation, harmonious, perfect, wonderful, sweet, happy, good. And Love is reflected in love.