by Bill

As infants, we thrived on pleasure: eating, sleeping, being cuddled, touched, looked at with love.  These things satisfied inborn needs, and we were always in control, usually contented, and immediately satisfied if we were not.  As we got older we looked for this satisfaction and contentment in other ways, the pleasure of running and playing, delight in our playmates, the scary thrill of discovering that we weren’t really part of our parents, but individuals with our own abilities.

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