You are as you were created, and so is every living thing you look upon,
Regardless of the images you see
What you behold as sickness and pain
As weakness and as suffering and loss
Is but temptation to see yourself as defenceless and in hell
Yield not to this, and you will see all pain in every form wherever it occurs but disappear as mists before the sun
– ACIM
Journeys in Writing 