Despair Is Suffering Without Meaning.

I Shall Never Forget How I Was Roused One Night By The Groans Of A Fellow Prisoner, Who Threw Himself About In His Sleep, Obviously Having A Horrible Nightmare. Since I Had Always Been Especially Sorry For People Who Suffered From Fearful Dreams Or Deliria, I Wanted To Wake The Poor Man. Suddenly I Drew Back The Hand Which Was Ready To Shake Him, Frightened At The Thing I Was About To Do. At That Moment I Became Intensely Conscious Of The Fact That No Dream, No Matter How Horrible, Could Be As Bad As The Reality Of The Camp Which Surrounded Us, And To Which I Was About To Recall Him.

To Draw An Analogy: A Man's Suffering Is Similar To The Behavior Of A Gas. If A Certain Quantity Of Gas Is Pumped Into An Empty Chamber, It Will Fill The Chamber Completely And Evenly, No Matter How Big The Chamber. Thus Suffering Completely Fills The Human Soul And Conscious Mind, No Matter Whether The Suffering Is Great Or Little. Therefore The "size" Of Human Suffering Is Absolutely Relative.

View Life As A Series Of Movie Frames, The Ending And Meaning May Not Be Apparent Until The Very End Of The Movie, And Yet, Each Of The Hundreds Of Individual Frames Has Meaning Within The Context Of The Whole Movie.

Each Of Us Carries A Unique Spark Of The Divine, And Each Of Us Is Also An Inseparable Part Of The Web Of Life.

To The European, It Is A Characteristic Of The American Culture That, Again And Again, One Is Commanded And Ordered To 'be Happy.' But Happiness Cannot Be Pursued; It Must Ensue. One Must Have A Reason To 'be Happy.' Once The Reason Is Found, However, One Becomes Happy Automatically. As We See, A Human Being Is Not One In Pursuit Of Happiness But Rather In Search Of A Reason To Become Happy, Last But Not Least, Through Actualizing The Potential Meaning Inherent And Dormant In A Given Situation.