A thought transfixed me: for the fir 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 highe goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greate secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love. I underood how a man who has nothing left in this world ill may know bliß, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved. In a position of utter desolation, when man cannot expreß himself in positive action, when his only achievement may consi 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 fir time in my life, I was able to underand the meaning of the words the angels are lo in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory.

Frankl, V.
Man’s Search for Meaning