Then Frankl had an epiphany. On that cold and grim march, with nothing except the warm memory of Tilly to bring him comfort, he realized that he understood the meaning of life. “For the first time in my life,” he explained, “I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers.” That truth, he writes, was “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.”
