WHEN THERE IS FEAR OF ACCIDENT
Though I look upon a physical body, I know that it is not I.
It is only the garment which I, as a living soul, wear, and which clothes my body, the body which would still remain to me did I drop the garment the next hour.
I know that I am a living soul now, this moment; that I am not flesh and blood, bone and muscle. I am more than they.
I am rooted in my real being, which individualizes God.
I cannot cease to be, for no one and no thing can pluck up my roots.
I am fed constantly from the infinite and inexhaustible source.
All flows to me from on high, not from below, and my existence is not at the mercy of accident or chance.
I know that if this fleshly garment were ground to powder, I could not