“Even if we stay alive, we shall carry the wounds with us throughout our lives. And yet I don’t think that life is meaningless. And God is not accountable to us for the senseless harm we do to one another… I’ve already died a thousand times in a thousand concentration camps. I know about everything and am no longer appalled by the latest reports. In one way or another I know it all. And yet I find life beautiful and meaningful. From minute to minute.”
―Etty Hillesum, “Monday morning, ten o’clock”, in An Interrupted Life: The Diaries, 1941-1943 and Letters from Westerbork, p. 150
