Man Is Capable Of Changing The World

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.

But My Mind Clung To My Wife's Image, Imagining It With An Uncanny Acuteness. I Heard Her Answering Me, Saw Her Smile, Her Frank And Encouraging Look. Real Or Not, Her Look Then Was More Luminous Than The Sun Which Was Beginning To Rise.

There Are Some Authors Who Contend That Meanings And Values Are "nothing But Defense Mechanisms, Reaction Formations And Sublimations." But As For Myself, I Would Not Be Willing To Live Merely For The Sake Of My "defense Mechanisms," Nor Would I Be Ready To Die Merely For The Sake Of My "reaction Formations.

At Any Moment, Man Must Decide, For Better Or For Worse, What Will Be The Monument Of His Existence.

What Man Actually Needs Is Not A Tensionless State But Rather The Striving And Struggling For Some Goal Worthy Of Him. What He Needs Is Not The Discharge Of Tension At Any Cost, But The Call Of A Potential Meaning Waiting To Be Fulfilled By Him.