When I was a child, next to my own mother, no woman that ever lived took as much interest in me, gave me as much motherly advice or seemed to love me more than did Sister Snow. I loved her with all my heart, and loved her hymn, 'O My Father.'
Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.
Erotic love begins with separateness, and ends in oneness. Motherly love begins with oneness, and leads to separateness.