As a child we are taught that, to do well was not good enough, we must also be good. Similarly to talk about love is not good enough, we must also love. Love as an act, as a hypocritical, unfelt duty is not love at all. Love as a thought, or as a spoken word from a mountain-top, or etched on a stone, or formed as a rule in the family, or ordained as a collective notion in a group, is not love. But, ultimately there is love. Love is what we find at the end of a dark and hopeless tunnel and knows it to be the very point from where we began. Love is as true and as needed as bread, cloth and roof above our heads, and I assure you that more people die because of lack of love rather than because of lack of bread. Love is but a magical touch of God.