To cheat oneself out of love is the most terrible deception; it is an eternal loss for which there is no reparation, either in time or in eternity.” – Kierkegaard

“We are all functioning at a small fraction Of our capacity to live fully in its total meaning of loving, caring, creating, and adventuring. Consequently, the actualizing of our potential can become the most exciting adventure of our lifetime.” – Herbert Otto, At the turn of the century, a child was found in the forests of a small village in France.

The child had been abandoned for dead by his parents. By some miracle, he did not die in the forest. He survived, not as a child, even though he was physically a human being, but rather as an animal He walked on all fours, made his home in a hole in the ground, had no meaningful language above an animal cry, knew no close relationships, cared about no one or nothing except survival Cases such as this—that of Kumala, the Indian girl, for instance—have been reported from the beginning of time.

They have in common the fact that if man is raised as an animal he will behave as an animal, for man “learns” to be human. Just as man learns to be a human being, so he learns to feel as a human being, to love as a human being. Each man lives love in his limited fashion and does not seem to relate the resultant confusion and loneliness to his lack of knowledge about love.