If ten people wanted the same thing at the same time, I would tell them all the same story, I really would. I have had women say to me, “I want that man for a husband.” They don’t know if the man is married, if he’s available, if he wants them or not. That one or no one! Well, one question I’ve always asked after they make that bold assertion, “If he dropped dead right now, you still want to get married?” Nine times out of ten she said “I suppose I would,” therefore, he can’t be the only thing in your world. If he dropped dead this very moment and you are in the mood you want to get married, then he can’t be the only one. I have had the privilege of going down the aisle with them, and it was not that one. And the little sheepish smile on their face…and they wonder how foolish they could have been when they thought he was the only one. People always must justify their behavior. Well, I would say to anyone who wanted the same object…I know…like the little lady with the hat whose story I told. And she wanted a certain hat, but she would never pay that money for it, because she wasn’t in the habit of paying that sort of money for a hat. But she wore it, as I told her to wear it, just as though she had it, and a friend of hers bought the hat thinking she wanted it more than any hat in the window or in the store. When she got it home she didn’t want the hat at all, but she didn’t take it back. She called my friend who had worn the hat in her Imagination and gave her the hat. So, both got the hat. One bought it, had the dubious pleasure of wearing it for an hour, and then gave it to my friend who had real pleasure in owning it. It was the only way that God could get her to get that hat, by giving it to her through a lady (which is himself extended) who had the money to buy the hat, who was in the habit of buying hats at that price, when the one who spoke to me about it had never bought a hat anywhere near that price. If she had all the money in the world, she would have found it most difficult to part with the money to buy that hat. But having worn the hat, it came into the world in the only way that it could come…as a gift. I have bought suits and wondered what possessed me when I picked out the suit length, and then gave it to others. Well, they were praying, too, and I was the instrument through which their prayer was answered. That happens every day in real estate. We’ve got to have this house, and so you have to have it; like it for a year, two years; then you wonder what possessed you, and you get rid of it. Someone wants it eagerly, so they come into it. And they want it, it’s their house now. But it was yours for awhile. And this is a constant change all over the world, because man you can’t muzzle him. You can put him in a dungeon, confine him physically, but you can’t confine him in Imagination; can’t stop him imagining.722 ¶57