Reaching out into the darkness for meaning or hope or a nice breast to grope

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One of the disadvantages of being a married woman--or so I'm told--is that you never know when you will be lying in a light slumber and suddenly find yourself molested by a wandering hand with no apparent goal other than stopping by to feel around. This hand does not generally seem to be attached to a conscious mind capable of discourse. Or so I am told.

Anyway, whether the hand is attached to a mind or not, conscious or not, that poor hand reminds me a bit of what I once read from Viktor Frankl--a great man who really knew what was going on:

Fundamentally, therefore, any [hand] can . . . decide what shall become of [it] - mentally and spiritually. [It] may retain [its] [handly] dignity.

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The meaning of our existence is not invented by ourselves, but rather "detected".

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Love is the only way to "grasp" another human being in the innermost core of [her] "personality".

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The meaning of our existence is not invented by ourselves, but rather "detected".

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We can discover . . . meaning in life in three different ways: (1) by "doing" a "deed"; (2) by "experiencing" a "value"; and (3) by "suffering".

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Don't aim at "success" - the more you aim at it and make it a "target", the more you are going to miss it. For "success", like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue....

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I "grasped" the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The "salvation" of man is through love and in love.

It's so true.....