People say, “Well, after all, he is deaf because you know what? He doesn’t want to hear anything.” Forget all this nonsense. [...] sometime…the day is, I hope it isn’t far off, take all our psychiatrists and all of our psychoanalysts and put them in some little bag. It’s all nonsense. They haven’t the slightest concept of Christ. Christ is your own wonderful human Imagination. That is Christ. And there is nothing but Christ. So when they take all this nonsense—you know why you’re sick? You’re sick because of so and so. My mother died of cancer. When someone tells me she died of cancer because she didn’t love, you want to slap them in the face. Didn’t love! Forget all this nonsense. My mother who bore twelve children, and lost two at birth, and raised ten of us…and mother loved, truly loved. So she died of cancer. No one knew how to stop it and she was riddled with it, at the age of sixty-one, this darling, lovely woman that was my mother, altogether sweet, and to tell me that she did so and so? Forget all this nonsense and start practicing the art of forgiveness.395 ¶26