Woe To Him Who Saw No More

Nothing Is Likely To Help A Person Overcome Or Endure Troubles Than The Consciousness Of Having A Task In Life.

At Such A Moment, It Is Not The Physical Pain Which Hurts The Most (and This Applies To Adults As Much As To Punished Children); It Is The Mental Agony Caused By The Injustice, The Unreasonableness Of It All.

Man's Search For Meaning Is The Chief Motivation Of His Life.

I Shall Never Forget How I Was Roused One Night By The Groans Of A Fellow Prisoner, Who Threw Himself About In His Sleep, Obviously Having A Horrible Nightmare. Since I Had Always Been Especially Sorry For People Who Suffered From Fearful Dreams Or Deliria, I Wanted To Wake The Poor Man. Suddenly I Drew Back The Hand Which Was Ready To Shake Him, Frightened At The Thing I Was About To Do. At That Moment I Became Intensely Conscious Of The Fact That No Dream, No Matter How Horrible, Could Be As Bad As The Reality Of The Camp Which Surrounded Us, And To Which I Was About To Recall Him.

I Had Wanted Simply To Convey To The Reader By Way Of Concrete Example That Life Holds A Potential Meaning Under Any Conditions, Even The Most Miserable Ones. And I Thought That If The Point Were Demonstrated In A Situation As Extreme As That In A Concentration Camp, My Book Might Gain A Hearing. I Therefore Felt Responsible For Writing Down What I Had Gone Through, For I Thought It Might Be Helpful To People Who Are Prone To Despair.