So, “All that you behold, though it appears without, it is within, in your Imagination of which this world of mortality is but a shadow.” So the whole vast world of three and a half billion, how could you crowd them into one man? But they are that. You single out from your own being the one you’re going to help and you help him. They…here he’s projected on the screen of space, and he seems so completely independent of your perception of him; here, he’s out there actually becoming all the things you heard for him. I am convinced, in my own case, that my mother had in some strange way some knowledge of this, because she always would go [...], and she would sit alone when she darned our socks. The sock reminded her of the one who wore it and she would talk to herself, but she was talking to her son. Actually as she darned that sock she was building in her own mind’s eye the future she wanted for that son. They all became successful. I’m quite sure if one could trace their success to the source it would go all the way back to their mother, where she instead of criticizing them and comparing them in some strange way to neighbors she never compared us to any neighbor, not for one moment. If she did, she never found us wanting. That was Mother. But to ourselves she would always build it up and she built it up in her own mind’s eye, confident that time would take care of it, and each one would mold itself right into her image of that child. And eventually they all did.300 ¶33