| A thought transfixed me: for the first time in my life
I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as
the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth – that love is the ultimate
and the highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning
of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have
to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love. I understood
how a man who has nothing left in this world may still know bliss, be it
only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved. In a position
of utter desolation, when a man cannot express himself in positive action,
when his only achievement may consist in enduring his sufferings in the
right way – an honorable way – in such a position man can, through loving
contemplation of the image he carries of his beloved, achieve fulfillment.
For the first time in my life, I was able to understand the words, "The
angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory."
~ Viktor Frankl
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