A child's question asked of me, `If I can't see it, can it be? I see my toy. I know it's there. I feel my arm. I touch my hair. These are things I know to be, but are there things I cannot see? What of the wind? Where does it go? And are there other things to know?'

`Oh, yes, my dear, and soon you'll find they're locked inside the heart and mind. Sweet love's desire, a mother's prayer, more real than all we see out there, more real than sun and moon and rain, at first, much harder to explain. The only thing that I can say, I say it now in just this way: What is real and what is not? Love is real. The rest is not.'

Happy Valentine