Don’t think my loyalties are incongruous with previous directives because I urged you to be generous in your giving. Gifts have been a part of our modus operandi since our Father’s first victory. Here’s how it’s done, my fiend. Give him innumerable little “benign” gadgets with which to fiddle, so he’ll be too busy playing and tuning and typing that awareness of his own mind or body as an apparatus for experiencing life is turned “off.” If you’re doing your job right, you’ll feel like bloody Santa in no time. And the hook, the point of all this benevolence, is the removal of your man from the game. Give him lots of controllers; just don’t ever give him control. Just because the Enemy came up with gifts in the first place doesn’t mean they can’t be exploited for our purposes. And I’m not flattering Him with imitation. His gifts are intangible. Our gifts are real, and they really cost. Just think of the destruction we can wreak on a man and his family by furnishing him with a winning lottery ticket. It gives me goose bumps to think of the scrabbling, the scheming, the treachery a little money can procure. And that’s where we come in. We give these “gifts,” these “windfalls.” The Enemy’s gifts are “not of this world, ” so He says. He makes presents of oxymorons like contentment in poverty or peace in tribulation. Has anyone ever seen these gifts?