A man of the village will find a Jew lying beaten and bruised, and he will not pass by. He will be carrying the oil and the wine, and he will be riding upon the beast which can bear the Jew to the inn. He will have the money to pay and he will enkindle the spark of love so that the keeper of the inn will trust him, a Samaritan, to pay any subsequent debt. The question of who is my neighbor has been turned in the right direction. Love has no neighbor.
Love is the neighbor.
And, if a man loves, then, mountains will be removed and a Samaritan tenderly probe the festering wounds of a Jew. The lawyer had put the wrong question, and, without explanation, he was given the answer. It was then that he rose to the height of true thinking. He made no pretense of not understanding. He, in his mind, saw his mistake and, forthwith, repented.