Now I tell you this and now to illustrate. A friend of mine writes me a letter, and here is her letter. “I sell homes. I have an empty home for sale and the need for the sale of this home is great. Well, I imagine. I find it easy now, because I have proven that imagining creates reality. I’ve done it time and time again, so it becomes easier and easier for me to go to the end of an imaginal act, which implies the fulfillment of my desire, and then rest. It’s easy. Yet in this case I found myself going back, wondering which one will be the buyer. I thought of this one, that one, and when I caught myself thinking of a buyer, well then, I am not resting in the end. If I had gone to the end and it’s sold and the people are in the house and it’s a marvelous, happy relationship, well then, what am I doing thinking of a buyer? So I would catch myself in the course of a day thinking of which one would be interested, this buyer, that buyer, or the other buyer. That was a confession I was not actually dwelling in the end and resting in that state.” So said she, “Oh, that seventh day…is that a difficult thing to keep!780 ¶6