Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of his life is, but rather must recognize that it is he who is asked. In a word, each man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life; to life he can only respond by being responsible.
We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms -- to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.
Viktor Frankl, who as a young neurosurgeon and psychiatrist was sent to Germany's camps in 1942, lost his family therein. He subsequently wrote Man's Search for Meaning and over 30 other books. He died in 1997 at the age of 92. When freed by the American forces in 1945, he became head neurological physician at the Vienna Polyclinic Hospital for 25 years, after which he taught as a professor at Harvard, Stanford, and other universities in the US. I will state that no matter what travails any of us have endured, this man knew suffering, and the evils that humans can inflict on each other, better than any of us. I stand by what he said. If the camps couldn't take it away, the WTS can't either.
I respect those that hold differing opinions. I believe that this is a position of personal philosophy, and I appreciate the opportunity to expound upon mine. Good night, all.