If love is not extended it cannot fulfill its own nature, which IS extension. Love in the heart of man, when not extended, shrivels up, recoils within itself. We may be tested to believe that to extend love is to walk around this planet and willy-nilly hand out warm fuzzies, regardless if our brothers like it or not. Being sincere about this we recognize: love is extending Being - is acknowledging the same Being as ours in our brother. To share my Being with my brother, I must look past his body at his real SELF, his BEing. Inevitably I see his Being as his Source and before long, I recognize both, my SELF and his, to be of the same Source. That is true sharing. I can do this very well without ever speaking a word to him. This sharing occurs within the quiet of one's heart. It then may very well take on any form this life can possibly provide, but must, of need, be born first in the heart.

    To love something in this world as True perception would, we have to love everything alike, meaning we grant every thing an equal right to be. Then we may have our preferences, but still evaluate all as expressions of love. This may very well be a stumbling block for many. For how can we love the unlovable? Be learning to see past the form aspect and see the form content. This learning to see the form aspect is really not a learning process. We use the word 'learning' throughout this material for convenience of expression. It is rather a remembering of one's knowledge. Rephrasing the above statement we say: by remembering our identity, we look past the form aspect as naturally as breathing. The instant we know who we really are, the unlovable are recognized as the same I AM as ours.
    To despise my left hand for being soiled would seem, at best, extremely unreasonable. Insisting on rejecting it, the day might come where I do not recognize it as my own hand. Each time now it wishes to be recognized and accepted, I either slap it or run away from it. An onlooker would, most likely, esteem me a trifle out of touch with reality. Yet this is exactly the case with our response to our brothers and sisters. However much we fear or despise, therefore flee or fight, we cannot get away from them. My brother and my sister are my left and right hand. They are my eyes - they are my heart - they are ME. To 'get rid' of them, the unlovable, I have to 'get rid' of ME, and to do that I have to tear my heart out. And this is precisely what we, as humanity, did. We tore our heart out - meaning we tore love out. Now we have non to give. So to love the unlovable is not to face him and think: 'Wow, how can I love this despicable so and so?' This leads only deeper into the mire of separation. To love these is to love ME! By discovering my BEING I discover theirs and MINE.