"Let us re-examine this metaphor and multiply it into the longest poker
game you can imagine, a lifetime. The cards are love, dislike, limitation,
unhappiness, pleasure, etc. They are dealt and re-dealt and re-dealt
continuously. You may, during this incarnation begin—and we stress
begin—to know your own cards. You may begin to find the love within
you. You may begin to balance your pleasure, your limitations, etc.
However, your only indication of other-selves’ cards is to look into the eyes.
You cannot remember your hand, their hands, perhaps even the rules of this
game. This game can only be won by those who lose their cards in the
melting influence of love, can only be won by those who lay their pleasures,
their limitations, their all upon the table face up and say inwardly: “All, all
of you players, each other-self, whatever your hand, I love you.” This is the
game: to know, to accept, to forgive, to balance, and to open the self in