Yet, as with most saints, people would not understand you. And when you tried to explain your sense of peace, your joy in life, your inner ecstasy, they would listen to your words, but would add to them. They would wonder how you could have what they cannot find. And then they would grow jealous. Soon jealousy would turn to rage, and in their anger they would try to convince you that it is YOU do not understand God. And if they were unsuccessful at tearing you from your joy, they would seek to harm you, so enormous would be their rage. And when you told them it does not matter, that even death cannot interrupt your joy, not change your truth, the would surely kill you. Then, when they saw the peace with which you accepted death, the would call you saint, and love you again. For it is the nature of people to love, then destroy, then love again that which they value most.