And always a brave responsibility for the soul's own spontaneity.

Love--what is love?
We'd better get a new idea.

Love is, in all, generous impulse--even a good spanking.

But wisdom is something else, a deep collectedness in the soul, a deep abiding by my own integral being, which makes me responsible, not for the child, but for my certain duties towards the child, and for maintaining the dynamic flow between the child and myself as genuine as possible: that is to say, not perverted by ideals or by my _will_.
Most fatal, most hateful of all things is bullying.

But what is bullying?
It is a desire to superimpose my own will upon another person.