Her life had been since the illusion of birth an experience of walking on broken glass over hot coals in bare-feet, while being pummeled by doubt and fear, but no matter the pain the body felt and the grief the mind conjured that were part and parcel to this mad, mad duality, she only LOVED more. As she blissfully witnessed from the perspective of her source self, the awareness that in truth was she, was all, the marvelous tale LOVE Absolute had woven, of which she was blessed to be a part. Observing that she laughed; for if she did believe this story was real, that this she was real, she would long ago had given into her pain, her grief allowing it to turn into a suffering and torment from which she would surely need have found escape. But no, again, because she knew her true self was LOVE Absolute, source awareness, as the pain grew in the body and grief in the mind with each passing moment, she only LOVED more and and more and infinitely more…