Every attack begins within my mind. Its target is always my guilty self, even when I try to “share” my guilt with others by judging them for my “sins.” Yet what is attacked is just a story; a character I pretend is me. Every desire to love is also born within my mind. Its purpose is to see and extend a loving self. Both “selves” seem to be there, even when I think it is only the loving one I want. But my mind will seem to be split between loving and not loving until I have forgiven my guilt and know that I am lovable. Only then will I recognize it is only love that I possess; it is all I have to give.