We've Got To Learn Hard Things In

For The Sacrificed, In The Hour Of Sacrifice, Only One Thing Counts: Faith-alone Among Enemies And Skeptics. Faith, In Spite Of The Humiliation Which Is Both The Necessary Precondition And The Consequence Of Faith, Faith Without Any Hope Of Compensation Other Than He Can Find In A Faith Which Reality Seems So Thoroughly To Refute.

Never Let Success Hide Its Emptiness From You, Achievement Its Nothingness, Toil Its Desolation. And So...keep Alive The Incentive To Push On Further, That Pain In The Soul Which Drives Us Beyond Ourselves...do Not Look Back. And Do Not Dream About The Future, Either. It Will Neither Give You Back The Past, Nor Satisfy Your Other Daydreams. Your Duty, Your Reward - Your Destiny - Are Here And Now.

Smiling, Sincere, Incorruptible - His Body Disciplined And Limber. A Man Who Had Become What He Could, And Was What He Was- Ready At Any Moment To Gather Everything Into One Simple Sacrifice.

At Some Moment I Did Answer "yes" To Someone Or Something. And From That Hour On I Was Certain That Existence Is Meaningful.

Isn't The Fulfillment Of Our Duty Towards Our Neighbor An Expression Of Deepest Desire?