Happiness Must Ensue. It Cannot Be Pursued

. . . Nothing Could Touch The Strength Of My Love, And The Thoughts Of My Beloved. Had I Known Then That My Wife Was Dead, I Think That I Still Would Have Given Myself, Undisturbed By That Knowledge, To The Contemplation Of That Image, And That My Mental Conversation With Her Would Have Been Just As Vivid And Just As Satisfying. "set Me Like A Seal Upon Thy Heart, Love Is As Strong As Death."

Ever More People Today Have The Means To Live, But No Meaning To Live For.

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.

To Draw An Analogy: A Man's Suffering Is Similar To The Behavior Of A Gas. If A Certain Quantity Of Gas Is Pumped Into An Empty Chamber, It Will Fill The Chamber Completely And Evenly, No Matter How Big The Chamber. Thus Suffering Completely Fills The Human Soul And Conscious Mind, No Matter Whether The Suffering Is Great Or Little. Therefore The "size" Of Human Suffering Is Absolutely Relative.

Most Men In A Concentration Camp Believed That The Real Opportunities Of Life Had Passed. Yet, In Reality, There Was An Opportunity And A Challenge. One Could Make A Victory Of Those Experiences, Turning Life Into An Inner Triumph, Or One Could Ignore The Challenge And Simply Vegetate, As Did A Majority Of The Prisoners.