So you empathize, and they say, “He does what? He empathizes?” And so he goes to the dictionary to find out what is he doing. Because we don’t really empathize: We don’t rejoice with those who rejoice. But let something be wrong with someone, oh, all run right over and meet with them…because it’s happened to him, not to me. That’s the attitude towards life. So we have to start taking something entirely different out of life and rejoice with people who find something wonderful smiling upon them. They come into a fortune…are you envious? Why envious? Rejoice with them. But he lost a fortune…run right over and sympathize. He’s down to my level now. Well, that’s not the picture, because all things exist in the human Imagination. And because they do look upon it as the most sensitive instrument in the world, because it is, learn to play it. You can buy the most expensive instrument, but you’ve got to learn to play it. A friend of mine (he’s here tonight) he has a music shop—a little while ago, someone came in and wanted a machine, a guitar. He said to him, “Can you play it?” He said no. He took the guitar from him and he made a few chords on it, and he said, “It will take you a year to do what I’ve just done so casually. You shouldn’t buy this.” He could have made money on it by selling it to him, but he wouldn’t sell it to him. This boy, whoever he was, thought that by owning a machine you could go right out and simply become a Beatle. Well, that was not it, so he didn’t sell it.261 ¶48