We Had To Learn...that It Did Not

Success Is Total Self-acceptance.

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.

For What Then Matters Is To Bear Witness To The Uniquely Human Potential At Its Best, Which Is To Transform A Personal Tragedy Into A Triumph, To Turn One’s Predicament Into A Human Achievement.

The Transitoriness Of Our Existence In Now Way Makes It Meaningless. But It Does Constitute Our Responsibleness; For Everything Hinges Upon Our Realizing The Essentially Transitory Possibilities.

Woe To Him Who Saw No More Sense In His Life, No Aim, No Purpose, And Therefore No Point In Carrying On.