The mortal realm can be a place full of wonder and excitement, but it is not—even in its most intense manifestations—the world of ultimate truth. Only the reality of a radical, fundamental love is unalterable and eternal.
In the end, there is only love. This is the truth I will remember at the end of my life, or perhaps at the end of the life of a loved one. It’s the truth I see when the superficial preoccupations that compete for my attention and rob me of my life force begin, at last, to melt away. Today, I accept the fundamental truth of my existence: that only love is real.
Love is the only ultimate; all else is a hallucination of the mortal mind. As I see this, I penetrate the veil of illusion that blinds me to my power and my good.”
Excerpt From: Williamson, Marianne. “A Year of Miracles.”