What A Sad Story, I Thought For

What Should Our Second Generation Have Done, What Should It Do With The Knowledge Of The Horrors Of The Extermination Of The Jews? We Should Not Believe We Can Comprehend The Incomprehensible, We May Not Compare The Incomparable, We May Not Inquire Because To Inquire Is To Make The Horrors An Object Of Discussion, Even If The Horrors Themselves Are Not Questioned, Instead Of Accepting Them As Something In The Face Of Which We Can Only Fall Silent In Revulsion, Shame And Guilt. Should We Only Fall Silent In Revulsion, Shame And Guilt? To What Purpose?

I Asked Her About Life, And It Was As If She Rummaged Around In A Dusty Chest To Get Me The Answers.

Bravery Is Good When The Cause Is Good.

She Was Struggling, As She Always Had Struggled, Not To Show What She Could Do But To Hide What She Couldn't Do. A Life Made Up Of Advances That Were Actually Frantic Retreats And Victories That Were Concealed Defeats.

Why? Why Does What Was Beautiful Suddenly Shatter In Hindsight Because It Concealed Dark Truths? Why Does The Memory Of Years Of Happy Marriage Turn To Gall When Our Partner Is Revealed To Have Had A Lover All Those Years? Because Such A Situation Makes It Impossible To Be Happy? But We Were Happy! Sometimes The Memory Of Happiness Cannot Stay True Because It Ended Unhappily. Because Happiness Is Only Real If It Lasts Forever? Because Things Always End Painfully If They Contained Pain, Conscious Or Unconscious, All Along? But What Is Unconscious, Unrecognized Pain?