Oh, yes, no matter. I cannot conceive of my daughter Vicki . . I really can’t conceive that she could do something that would ever cause me to turn from her. I can’t. I watch her with a dog. She has a dog, an all-American dog. It has no pedigree or background. She took it to the obedience class where all the other dogs costing fortunes have wonderful pedigrees, but she didn’t care. This was her dog. She walked with them, too. So when it came to graduation, they had to give her some kind of a certificate, but what to give it? So, the man very sweetly said, “He’s an all-American dog.” But, you know, I can’t criticize that dog in the presence of Vicki for anything it does, because whatever it does, it’s my fault. You cannot criticize the dog. She named it Stanley, and Stanley, if he comes home and for some reason or other misbehaves . . well, if she be late in coming, I do the cleaning. And if I tell her when she comes what he did, it’s my fault. “You didn’t walk him when you should have walked him.” I should have taken him out before I did, and he would not have done it. It may have come from his front; maybe he ate something that disagreed with him, but it is my fault. And if it comes that way, she will say, “You shouldn’t feed him so much.” You cannot criticize Stanley to Vicki. That’s love. She really should have a farm, a tremendous farm. She should marry some man who loves animals. That is her great passion. Now, that is really love. She has a friend who shares her home. The other one cannot change the paper for the birds. She has birds. So, when Vicki goes away, the other one can’t take care of the birds or the dog. What do they do? They bring them to my home. I have to take the little birds and change the paper and water them and give them feed, and then, of course, I have Stanley with me. And I live in a home where my contract says, No dogs. But that doesn’t affect her at all! That is what I mean by love. When we love someone, as you love a child if you have a daughter or a son, when you know that they have done something that . . well, you are not proud of it; on the other hand, you love them, and that’s all that matters. Let no one criticize them! You might say something tenderly, but you don’t want any third person to pass any opinion. It is between the two of you, and that is how I feel about it. When you love . . well, you just love. That’s all there is to it. When God loves, He never changes . . not in Eternity. He has fallen in love with His son, and you are His Son, for in the Resurrection, man is above the organization of sex as told us in the book of Galatians. “There is no Greek, no Jew, no bond, no free, no male or female. We are all one in Christ.” And, so, He fell in love with His sons and called His sons from afar, and He is calling them, one after the other, and His love remains steadfast. He never changes His Love. It was on that note that Shakespeare wrote his sonnet, for Shakespeare was a great student of the Bible. In fact, it was interpreted into English in the day of Shakespeare; that is why that King James Version is so beautifully told. It is a monument to the English language because it came in the day of Elizabeth, when the great giants in the use of the tongue lived, Shakespeare for one. Oh, what a Book! And it’s all your book; it is all your biography.68 ¶37