Here's a story about the meaning of "unconditional:" Before any of my children were conceived, I decided that I would love my first child unconditionally. Any subsequent children I would hate, unconditionally. I had three children. As they grew, I gave them a rule book. I promised blessings if they loved me and obeyed me, and punishment if they disobeyed me. Only I knew that their compliance was meaningless. I had already determined their fates. However, in the meantime, I provided for all their needs, giving them food, shelter, schooling, etc. On my oldest child's 13th birthday, I gave him a million dollars to use as he wished. Not because he behaved any better than his brothers, but because I chose him before he was born. In fact, he had always demonstrated an antipathy toward me. Despite this, my benevolence overwhelmed him and he was grateful. My other two children I gave to a pedophile to imprison, abuse and torment. When they protested, I told them that I had made this irrevocable choice before they were born. As they cried out in agony, I reminded them that they had misbehaved quite often and so, really, deserved their fate. "But why did you conceive us then," they cried? "Because this is my good pleasure and it glorifies me" I rebuked them. Upon seeing my actions, my neighbors praised me for being so wise, just and loving. Wasn't it wonderful for me to give my oldest child that money? After all, he didn't deserve it. And my other children were fortunate to get what they did before I turned them out. My friends were so pleased, they voted me "Father of the Year."