The Attempt To Develop A Sense Of

We Cannot, After All, Judge A Biography By Its Length, By The Number Of Pages In It; We Must Judge By The Richness Of The Contents...sometimes The 'unfinisheds' Are Among The Most Beautiful Symphonies.

When A Man Finds That It Is His Destiny To Suffer, He Will Have To Accept His Suffering As His Task. . . . He Will Have To Acknowledge The Fact That Even In Suffering He Is Unique And Alone In The Universe. No One Can Relieve Him Of His Suffering Or Suffer In His Place. His Unique Opportunity Lies In The Way In Which He Bears His Burden.

It Did Not Really Matter What We Expected From Life, But Rather What Life Expected From Us. We Needed To Stop Asking About The Meaning Of Life, And Instead To Think Of Ourselves As Those Who Were Being Questioned By Life—daily And Hourly. Our Answer Must Consist, Not In Talk And Meditation, But In Right Action And In Right Conduct. Life Ultimately Means Taking The Responsibility To Find The Right Answer To Its Problems And To Fulfill The Tasks Which It Constantly Sets For Each Individual.

In A Last Violent Protest Against The Hopelessness Of Imminent Death, I Sensed My Spirit Piercing Through The Enveloping Gloom. I Felt It Transcend That Hopeless, Meaningless World, And From Somewhere I Heard A Victorious "yes" In Answer To My Question Of The Existence Of An Ultimate Purpose. At That Moment A Light Was Lit In A Distant Farmhouse, Which Stood On The Horizon As If Painted There, In The Midst Of The Miserable Gray Of A Dawning Morning In Bavaria. "et Lux In Tenebris Lucet"-and The Light Shineth In The Darkness.

As The Struggle For Survival Has Subsided, The Question Has Emerged: Survival For What? Ever More People Have The Means To Live, But No Meaning To Live For.