Man's Search For Meaning Is The Primary

There Is Nothing In The World, I Venture To Say, That Would So Effectively Help One To Survive Even The Worst Conditions As The Knowledge That There Is A Meaning In One's Life.

Most Important, However, Is The Third Avenue To Meaning In Life: Even The Helpless Victim Of A Hopeless Situation, Facing A Fate He Cannot Change, May Rise Above Himself, May Grow Beyond Himself, And By So Doing Change Himself. He May Turn A Personal Tragedy Into A Triumph.

The Crowning Experience Of All, For The Homecoming Man, Is The Wonderful Feeling That, After All He Has Suffered, There Is Nothing He Need Fear Anymore—except His God.

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.

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.