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“I’m convinced that in contrast to the usual aspect, or be it sound aspect to life and more specifically to the past, to life’s transitoriness – and this includes that we approach, each of us are approaching death -, in contrast to that I maintain that in the past nothing is lost, but right on the contrary everything is stored forever. It is not annihilated by transitoriness, but, on the contrary […] it is becoming preserved forever. Something you have done can never be undone. Something you have experienced, something you have even experienced in a negative sense, […] if for instance you suffered, gone through this suffering honestly, courageously and with dignity, who in the world, what in the world can deny it, can annihilate this? What you have done, has been done forever, in both ways, in a negative as in a positive way, it cannot be undone. And the past is a storehouse of what you have done, what you have experienced, what you have gone through and what you have done out of all the negative and tragic aspects as even encountered within your life.” (Viktor Frankl)

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“The story of the young woman whose death I witnessed in a concentration camp. It is a simple story. There is little to tell and it may sound as if I had invented it; but to me it seems like a poem. This young woman knew that she would die in the next few days. But when I talked to her she was cheerful in spite of this knowledge. “I am grateful that fate has hit me so hard,” she told me. “In my former life I was spoiled and did not take spiritual accomplishments seriously.” Pointing through the window of the hut, she said, “This tree here is the only friend I have in my loneliness.” Through that window she could see just one branch of a chestnut tree, and on the branch were two blossoms. “I often talk to this tree,” she said to me. I was startled and didn’t quite know how to take her words. Was she delirious? Did she have occasional hallucinations? Anxiously I asked her if the tree replied. “Yes.” What did it say to her? She answered, “It said to me, ‘I am here-I am here-I am life, eternal life.” (Viktor Frankl)

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