Sooner or later in life everyone discovers that perfect happiness is unrealizable, but there are few who stop to consider the antithesis; that perfect unhappiness is equally unattainable.
Willingly or not we come to terms with power, forgetting that we are all in the ghetto, that the ghetto is walled in, that outside the ghetto reign the lords of death, and that close by the train is waiting.” by Primo Levi in Drowned
The sea of grief has no shores, no bottom; no one can sound its depths.
Perhaps memory is like a bucket; if you want to cram into it more fruit than it will hold, the fruit is crushed.
Compassion and brutality can coexist in the same individual and in the same moment…
If we had to and were able to suffer the sufferings of everyone, we could not live.
I too entered the Lager as a nonbeliever, and as a nonbeliever I was liberated and have lived to this day.
Monsters exist, but they are too few in number to be truly dangerous. More dangerous are the common men, the functionaries ready to believe and to act without asking questions.
I am constantly amazed by man’s inhumanity to man.
Perfection belongs to narrated events, not to those we live.