God Is The Partner Of Your Most

One Evening, When We Were Already Resting On The Floor Of Our Hut, Dead Tired, Soup Bowls In Hand, A Fellow Prisoner Rushed In And Asked Us To Run Out To The Assembly Grounds And See The Wonderful Sunset. Standing Outside We Saw Sinister Clouds Glowing In The West And The Whole Sky Alive With Clouds Of Ever-changing Shapes And Colors, From Steel Blue To Blood Red. The Desolate Grey Mud Huts Provided A Sharp Contrast, While The Puddles On The Muddy Ground Reflected The Glowing Sky. Then, After Minutes Of Moving Silence, One Prisoner Said To Another, "how Beautiful The World Could Be.

Most Men In A Concentration Camp Believed That The Real Opportunities Of Life Had Passed. Yet, In Reality, There Was An Opportunity And A Challenge. One Could Make A Victory Of Those Experiences, Turning Life Into An Inner Triumph, Or One Could Ignore The Challenge And Simply Vegetate, As Did A Majority Of The Prisoners.

For The First Time In My Life I Saw The Truth As It Is Set Into Song By So Many Poets, Proclaimed As The Final Wisdom By So Many Thinkers. The Truth - That Love Is The Ultimate And Highest Goal To Which Man Can Aspire. Then I Grasped The Meaning Of The Greatest Secret That Human Poetry And Human Thought And Belief Have To Impart: The Salvation Of Man Is Through Love And In Love.

We Had To Learn...that It Did Not Really Matter What We Expected From Life But Rather What Life Expected From Us.

Live As If You Were Living A Second Time, And As Though You Had Acted Wrongly The First Time.