The Point Is Not What We Expect

[speaking Of His Experience In A Concentration Camp:] As We Said Before, Any Attempt To Restore A Man's Inner Strength In The Camp Had First To Succeed In Showing Him Some Future Goal...woe To Him Who Saw No More Sense In His Life, No Aim, No Purpose, And Therefore No Point In Carrying On. He Was Soon Lost.

I Became Acquainted With Those Martyrs Whose Behavior In Camp, Whose Suffering And Death, Bore Witness To The Fact That The Last Inner Freedom Cannot Be Lost.

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.

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.

In Some Ways Suffering Ceases To Be Suffering At The Moment It Finds A Meaning, Such As The Meaning Of A Sacrifice.