How I love you, everything about you. Even those matters about you that you despair of, I love. I do not know despair of anything. I love what you call defects as much as I love those aspects of you that you call divine. How you love every shade of your divinity and how you rue this and that and every wrinkle that proclaim your humanness. To you, your humanity is a different story from your humanness. You look at the two differently. You give them a hierarchy. You attribute to them. You attribute to everything that, truly, in the light of day, can only be beautiful roundabout expressions and reflections of Me. You nominate one thing for excellence and another for less than excellent. Oh, My, how many opinions you have, and often your opinions depend upon your illusory hopping-around mood.
 
I love you when you are bright and happy, and I love you when you kick pebbles around with your feet. I love you when you feel happy, and I love you when you feel sad. What you may feel and what you are are not generally the same thing, you understand that, don’t you?
 
What you call a good day and what you call a bad day are simply a matter of your opinion. Your opinions are not fact. All the days roll into one another. A day is a day. The sun is the sun. Water is wet, and upon you, I place My bets. Of course, I don’t bet on anything. I know that the grass does grow and has to be mowed when it is your lawn. And while you are in a body on Earth, you, too, have to tend to your body and all its ramifications. Cars grow old. You grow, yet age of your body has nothing to do with you, with the heart of you, with the soul of you, with the certainty of you.
 
You long for this, and you long for that. What it comes down to, My beloved One, is that you long for Me. How you long for Our State of Existence knowing Us not as We but as One. This knowing Oneness is the culmination of Life. This is it! All that you may think are IT, are momentary. Everything in the world is momentary except the Oneness of Our Hearts and Souls which, in Reality and effect, are One.
 
You can consider Life as Our Stroll in the Park. Hand in hand, as One, We walk around and We comment on the sights. Ultimately, what care I (or We, if you think the way you do -- which I, in the role of you, do dis-assemble) what the sights are. I see a birch or I see a pine, or a shrub, or a cactus, I love them as I love you. My love permeates. My love is intractable. My love is the Great Equalizer because Oneness is the Truth.
 
In Human Terms, which leaf on the tree do I love more or do I love less? None. Which tree means more to Me than another? What child? What horse? I swim in love, and you, the you of I, can only swim in love as well.
 
Let Me (We, I) say it straight: All there is is love. Does that sound corny? Let it be then. There is naught but love. I am love, you are love. All is love. Love is. Anything else is not. There is no question about this. There is enough love for all within all. Even in your human heart, which sometimes feels beleaguered, there is enough love for all unto Eternity. Even in your human heart, which sometimes feels weak, you are an Infinite Ocean of Love. You are the Seven Seas of Love. You are a Forest of Love, a Jungle of Love. You are love and nothing but love, so help Me God.