Someone I know who is blind, when he needs to move around, calls out for someone to lead him. He places his right hand on the shoulder of the person who is leading him and trusts his judgement; he is not dissuaded from doing so by the sounds that he hears around him. Being led by love is similar: despite the profound belief in a perilous, hostile world, safety is assured only if love and love alone is trusted, and the sounds of world are maybe heard but not navigated by. In the material world the body (which will perish anyway) can come to harm, and circumstances can change, but the substance of who you are (not the form, not the accoutrements) is always safe, and you will feel eternally safe if you but remember that this is who you are. A feeling of being attacked, and the need to attack 'back', comes only from mistaking oneself for a body and heeding the noises of the world. We need more belief and less analysis; the point about peace is that it surpasses all understanding.
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