Now, last night, as is my custom when my wife and I are separated either if I’m traveling or if she, as it is today, is in the hospital, I invariably call her and give her a thought for meditation for the night.* That is my habit. And so, having called her last night around eight, she can’t speak but I asked for the floor and the head nurse and gave her just a thought and the thought was, “My state passes out, endures forever. Guess who I am?” And then I didn’t say a thing. My wife would know exactly who called. I said to the nurse, “Go in and read this to her because she cannot speak to you, just go in and read it to her.”679 ¶2