Unless We Love And Are Loved, Each

The Only Standard We Have For Judging All Of Our Social, Economic, And Political Institutions And Arrangements As Just Or Unjust, As Good Or Bad, As Better Or Worse, Derives From Our Conception Of The Good Life For Man On Earth, And From Our Conviction That, Given Certain External Conditions, It Is Possible For Men To Make Good Lives For Themselves By Their Own Efforts.

There Is A Strange Fact About The Human Mind, A Fact That Differentiates The Mind Sharply From The Body. The Body Is Limited In Ways That The Mind Is Not. One Sign Of This Is That The Body Does Not Continue Indefinitely To Grow In Strength And Develop In Skill And Grace. By The Time Most People Are Thirty Years Old, Their Bodies Are As Good As They Will Ever Be; In Fact, Many Persons' Bodies Have Begun To Deteriorate By That Time. But There Is No Limit To The Amount Of Growth And Development That The Mind Can Sustain. The Mind Does Not Stop Growing At Any Particular Age.

Love Wishes To Perpetuate Itself. Love Wishes For Immortality.

The Complexities Of Adult Life Get In The Way Of The Truth. The Great Philosophers Have Always Been Able To Clear Away The Complexities And See Simple Distinctions - Simple Once They Are Stated, Vastly Difficult Before. If We Are To Follow Them We Too Must Be Childishly Simple In Our Questions - And Maturely Wise In Our Replies.

We Wish The Joy Of Love, The Joy Of Companionship, Of Being In The Company Of, In The Presence Of The Person We Love, Of Living A Common Life With That Person, Perhaps Ultimately The Joy Of Perfect Union.