The Quest For Meaning Is The Key

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.

Consider A Movie: It Consists Of Thousands Upon Thousands Of Individual Pictures, And Each Of Them Makes Sense And Carries A Meaning, Yet The Meaning Of The Whole Film Cannot Be Seen Before Its Last Sequence Is Shown. However, We Cannot Understand The Whole Film Without Having First Understood Each Of Its Components, Each Of The Individual Pictures. Isn't It The Same With Life? Doesn't The Final Meaning Of Life, Too, Reveal Itself, It At All, Only At Its End, On The Verge Of Death?

Happiness Cannot Be Pursued; It Must Ensue.

Such A Value System Might Be Responsible For The Fact That The Burden Of Unavoidable Unhappiness Is Increased By Unhappiness About Being Unhappy.

Between Stimulus And Response Is The Freedom To Choose.