Some of the best commentaries for any religious text are the other world religions. I will never forget my own impression, after reading great texts of the East, that I had only learned a children’s version of Christianity. Suddenly, mystics like Tolstoy became transparently clear. Far from being the loving but petty leader of my own version of Christianity, I came to understand Christ as a cosmic┬áprinciple that was also expressed by sages the world over. I have yet to find a great world religion that does not have its own version of the Christian truth. In fact, every great lover of nature and humankind, even if he or she is thought to be of no religion, is singing a hymn to the same mystery. What madness to think any of us understands and has copyrighted that mystery. What greater affront to God than for any of us to claim we alone are the beloved?