I was sitting at breakfast with my mother and my wife in a quaint bed-and-breakfast in Wales in the late 1970s when the words “The Beholder” came strongly into my mind. At first I got the idea of God being The Beholder as God seeing everything with a cosmic perspective. Almost immediately I became aware that I, too, was The Beholder. There was something within me that saw clearly and dispassionately, yet with great love. This something was not my ego or my human perception but rather a witness to myself and to the world. This witness beheld everything with a tender embrace.