And it is only then that real sympathy comes. It is as the love from a mother for her child. The mother naturally rises to that conception. She does not only know the child as her own, but sees in him her own being. And she lives in the pleasure and the happiness of the child; in the absence of happiness of the child there is no pleasure and happiness for her. What is it after all, the love of the mother, developed without consciousness: it is the realized oneness with the child. From love and continual devotion is born unity, is born oneness.