And so, when I called her and gave her just a thought for the night, I know it would amuse her and she would know exactly who it was, who had sent his love relative to her in yours forever. And this morning she went under the knife, but through the night she could dwell upon it until she, from sheer exhaustion, would sleep. And so, then I turned to this scene of unity in division. And they sing my fall and the chorus is altogether heavenly, may I tell you. And when they sing your resurrection into unity, what a choral group. And then you come to the end of it all before you begin to tell it, and you feel yourself at the very end, when the last one is completely transformed into perfection, and then you feel yourself imprisoned in a body.679 ¶20