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.’”
We have stated that that which was ultimately responsible for the state of the prisoner’s inner self
was not so much the enumerated psychophysical causes as it was the result of a free decision.
Psychological observations of the prisoners have shown that
only the men who allowed their inner hold on their moral and spiritual selves to subside eventually fell victim to the camp’s degenerating influences.
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