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We Who Lived In Concentration Camps Can Remember The Men Who Walked Through The Huts Comforting Others, Giving Away Their Last Piece Of Bread. They May Have Been Few In Number, But They Offer Sufficient Proof That Everything Can Be Taken From A Man But One Thing: The Last Of The Human Freedoms -- To Choose One's Attitude In Any Given Set Of Circumstances, To Choose One's Own Way.

For What Then Matters Is To Bear Witness To The Uniquely Human Potential At Its Best, Which Is To Transform A Personal Tragedy Into A Triumph, To Turn One’s Predicament Into A Human Achievement.

And I Quoted From Nietzsche: That Which Does Not Kill Me, Makes Me Stronger.

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.

What Is Demanded Of Man Is Not, As Some Existential Philosophers Teach, To Endure The Meaninglessness Of Life, But Rather To Bear His Incapacity To Grasp Its Unconditional Meaningfulness In Rational Terms.