For seven nights this lady read these two letters. On the morning of the eighth day she received the letter. On the inside there were two letters--one from her grandson and one from her daughter-in-law. These letters were identical with the letters she had mentally written to herself seven days before. Where was the estrangement? Where was the conflict? Where was the source of the displeasure that was like a running sore over two years? When man’s eye is opened he realizes all that he beholds, though it appears without, it is within--within one’s own imagination, of which this world of mortality is but a shadow.979 ¶8