"Is this love?" I asked, pointing up at the sun, it seemed to me that there could be nothing more beautiful than the sun, whose warmth makes all things grow. But Miss Sullivan said no again, and I was very confused and disappointed. I thought it strange that my teacher could not show me love. A day or two later, I was making a necklace of beads and kept making mistakes. Miss Sullivan showed me again and again what to do. Finally I noticed another mistake, and stopped to think how it should be done. Miss Sullivan touched my head and spelled the work "think". In a flash I knew that the word was the name of the process that was going on in my head. This was the first time I understood something I couldn't touch. For a long time I was still, not thinking about the necklace, but trying to find a meaning for "love", in the light of this new idea. Again I asked my teacher what love was and again she explained it.