Our Greatest Human Freedom Is That, Despite

Only To The Extent That Someone Is Living Out This Self Transcendence Of Human Existence, Is He Truly Human Or Does He Become His True Self. He Becomes So, Not By Concerning Himself With His Self's Actualization, But By Forgetting Himself And Giving Himself, Overlooking Himself And Focusing Outward.

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.

As A Professor In Two Fields, Neurology And Psychiatry, I Am Fully Aware Of The Extent To Which Man Is Subject To Biological, Psychological And Sociological Conditions. But In Addition To Being A Professor In Two Fields I Am A Survivor Of Four Camps - Concentration Camps, That Is - And As Such I Also Bear Witness To The Unexpected Extent To Which Man Is Capable Of Defying And Braving Even The Worst Conditions Conceivable.

What Will It Matter To Him If He Notices That He Is Growing Old? Has He Any Reason To Envy The Young People Whom He Sees, Or Wax Nostalgic Over His Own Lost Youth? What Reasons Has He To Envy A Young Person? For The Possibilities That A Young Person Has, The Future Which Is In Store For Him? "no, Thank You," He Will Think. "instead Of Possibilities, I Have Realities In My Past, Not Only The Reality Of Work Done And Love Loved, But Of Sufferings Bravely Suffered. These Sufferings Are Even The Things Of Which I Am Most Proud, Though These Things Are Things That Cannot Inspire Envy."

I Understood How A Man Who Has Nothing Left In This World May Still Know Bliss, Be It Only For A Brief Moment, In The Contemplation Of His Beloved. In A Position Of Utter Desolation, When A Man Cannot Express Himself In Positive Action, When His Only Achievement May Consist In Enduring His Sufferings In The Right Way - An Honorable Way - In Such A Position Man Can, Through Loving Contemplation Of The Image He Carries Of His Beloved, Achieve Fulfillment.