It's so easy to get lost in this world. There are no universal guideposts for living the good life and anyone who becomes discontent with the established ways of doing things may soon find himself adrift in a vast uncharted ocean, enmeshed in the flotsam and jetsam of incomplete meanings and temporary goals. For the world is not really like it sounded when we were children. To the very young, parents have an aura of perfection about them. No matter how many ghosts or goblins we anticipate, a world with so many parents in it has to be a safe place. It's pretty late in the game that we discover just how protectively illusory was that aura of safety, and how lonely and lost parents can be. You find that everyone has his limitations and cut-off points, that each person balks at some boundary of his life and can go no further. But if the shock of disillusionment is not great, there may still be room for a love of man and a redefining of human perfectibility. For if happiness comes in proportion to the overcoming of obstacles, the bigger obstacle will give way to the greater happiness. And what could be more challenging than the hope of unrestricted, unbounded growing? There are no solutions without problems, and perhaps the greatest problem of society today is the incidence of lost souls, those who go to their graves broken in spirit as a reminder to the lucky ones that luck is not a worthy standard bearer of civilization. The whole of mankind is in a silent war with the forces that sap human integrity and dignity, and in a guerilla war the heroes are found at the front in full battle with the enemy, and at the moment of heroism strangely akin to him until the dust of battle clears. Until the dust of human misery clears it will be the drop-outs, the discontent, and the unhappy who will serve as the repository of true courage in man's greatest war.