How Can We Dare To Predict The

One Evening, When We Were Already Resting On The Floor Of Our Hut, Dead Tired, Soup Bowls In Hand, A Fellow Prisoner Rushed In And Asked Us To Run Out To The Assembly Grounds And See The Wonderful Sunset. Standing Outside We Saw Sinister Clouds Glowing In The West And The Whole Sky Alive With Clouds Of Ever-changing Shapes And Colors, From Steel Blue To Blood Red. The Desolate Grey Mud Huts Provided A Sharp Contrast, While The Puddles On The Muddy Ground Reflected The Glowing Sky. Then, After Minutes Of Moving Silence, One Prisoner Said To Another, "how Beautiful The World Could Be.

Man’s Main Concern Is Not To Gain Pleasure Or To Avoid Pain But Rather To See A Meaning In His Life.

Happiness Must Ensue. It Cannot Be Pursued

Ironically Enough, In The Same Way That Fear Brings To Pass What One Is Afraid Of, Likewise A Forced Intention Makes Impossible What One Forcibly Wishes... Pleasure Is, And Must Remain, A Side-effect Or By-product, And Is Destroyed And Spoiled To The Degree To Which It Is Made A Goal In Itself.

Every Human Being Has The Freedom To Change At Any Instant.