OK, stay with me for a moment. Imagine that you are alone in a place, any place. You are clutching something to your chest, close to your heart. In your arms is the single most precious “thing” in your world. Your eyes are closed, your face is serene. Joy is written all over you. It is clear to anyone who looks at you that you are deeply affected by the “thing” you are holding close to your heart. What is it? What is the single most precious “thing” in your world? Is