Most of us are confused about what is real. Even though we sense there is something more, we attempt to settle for a reality based exclusively on feedback from our physical senses. To reinforce this "reality," we look to what our culture defines as normal, healthy and therefore real. Yet where does Love fit into this scheme of things? Wouldn't our lives be more meaningful if we looked to what has no beginning and no ending as our reality? Only love fits this definition of the eternal. Everything else is transitory and therefore meaningless. — Jampolsky Love is Letting Go of Fear