I am not made sad at the prospect of leaving those who love me; for I see that we are all one in Christ; and that as the Christconsciousness awakens and comes forth from the tomb in which it has been slumbering, it will find and know its own.
Those whom I love and who love me will never be separated from me because I leave my garment in their hands as I am born out of its world.
For love is not of that world.
It is the fragrance of the soul that reveals its source.
Though they see my garment silent and motionless, I shall be more alive than when I wore it.
And they shall some time leave their own, dust mingling with dust even as soul blends with soul.
I have no fear.
I see and I know.
0! death! where is thy sting?
0! grave! where is thy victory?
