Sunday, November 30, 2008

Reflection - Man's Search for Meaning

Man's Search for Meaning is a slim volume that has earned much critical acclaim and has been discussed, reviewed, and studied by ordinary people and well-known scholars, as it well deserves. It is in its 74th edition, has been translated into 24 languages, and has sold more than 9 million copies. It does need another review! But having, at last, read it, I am eager to share my reaction, and to recommend this remarkable book.

Victor Frankl was a psychiatrist in practice in Vienna before World War II; he survived many years Auschwitz and other death camps. In this book he manages to convey his experience of living inside one of these death camps from the unique perspective an inmate who is also a healer, ever watchful and caring towards those around him. We enter into his descriptions knowing that he lived through an extended horrific nightmare that we do not even want to imagine. We can really only bear this because Frankl is with us along the way, helping us to see what he saw and to follow his desire to heal fellow inmates by noticing the details that point to this person's hope, that one's despair... His ability to continuously observe and synthesize these experiences ultimately bears fruit as the the new "Third Viennese School" of psychotherapy, logotherapy. For the reader, it provides a path to understanding human suffering, freedom, love, hope, and meaning in a way that no other writer can match.

You have to read it to find what it will reveal to you!
Sample below, and also PBS's The Question of God.

I find depth in every line of this book, but the thread that speaks the loudest to me in this reading is the one in which Frankl addresses suffering and meaning together. Here are long excerpts from the book...each one affects - and instructs - me at a deep level:

From p. 77 Meaning and life:

"We had to learn ourselves and furthermore, we had to teach the despairing men, that it did not really matter what we expected from life, but rather what life expected from us. We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life, and instead to think of ourselves as those who were being questioned by life - daily and hourly. ...Life ultimately means taking the responsibility to find the right answer to its problems and to fulfill the tasks which it constantly sets for each individual.

"Life" does not mean something vague, but something very real and concrete, just as life's tasks are also very real and concrete. They form man's destiny, which is different and unique for each individual...

"Sometimes the situation in which a man finds himself may require him to shape his fate by action...At other times it is more advantageous for him to make use of an opportunity for contemplation ... Sometimes a man may be required simply to accept fate, to bear his cross."

From p. 36-37 The centrality of love:

"A thought transfixed me...I saw the truth as it is set in to song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. the truth - that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire. Then 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.

"I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world may still know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved. In a position of utter desolation, when man cannot express himself in positive action, when his only achievement may consist in enduring his sufferings in the right way - an honorable way - in such a position man can, through loving contemplation of the image he carries of his beloved, achieve fulfillment.

"I did not know whether my wife was alive...but at that moment it ceased to matter. There was no need for me to know; nothing could touch the strength of my love, my thoughts, and the image of my beloved."

From p. 66-67 Suffering and spiritual freedom

"Fundamentally, therefore, any man can, even under such circumstances, decide what shall become of him — mentally and spiritually. He may retain his human dignity even in a concentration camp. Dostoevski said once, "There is only one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings." These words frequently came to my mind after I became acquainted with those martyrs whose behavior in camp, whose suffering and death, bore witness to the fact that the last inner freedom cannot be lost. It can be said that they were worthy of their sufferings; the way they bore their suffering was a genuine inner achievement. It is this spiritual freedom — which cannot be taken away — that makes life meaningful and purposeful.


"If there is a meaning in life at all, then there must be a meaning in suffering. Suffering is an ineradicable part of life, even as fate and death. Without suffering and death human life cannot be complete.

"The way in which a man accepts his fate and all the suffering it entails, the way in which he takes up his cross, gives him ample opportunity — even under the most difficult circumstances — to add a deeper meaning to his life. It may remain brave, dignified and unselfish. Or in the bitter fight for self-preservation he may forget his human dignity and become no more than an animal. Here lies the chance for a man either to make use of or to forgo the opportunities of attaining the moral values that a difficult situation may afford him. And this decides whether he is worthy of his sufferings or not."


There is so much here, and so much more in this book - I will read it again and again, I know. It is not long...it is surely one of the most valuable books I have read. One reviewer has said that every human being should read this book...I cannot disagree with that! I will add that there is a time for each thing...so, when it is your time - read this book!!!

Friday, November 14, 2008

Keeping the Hope

Watching and listening to It's A New Day makes me feel like "it's raining hope" around here...

It was made by will.i.am - you can watch a good interview with him on Larry King Live. Maya Angelou is also a guest in this clip. For more by will.i.am, check out dipdive.com, where he has posted other great videos including "Yes We Can" - yet another inspiring music video, his version of then-candidate Obama's great speech of the same name.

Oddly, I found this while reading Joho the Blog (see Nov 9 2008) ... looking for hope in all the right places, this time!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Adopting Ryan

One of my first posts, and part of the urgency for starting this - my first blog - when I did was the pending adoption of a little two-year old boy (Ryan, see earlier post) by my sister. It is a huge event, in her life, and in the life of our family... we all think about the present, and the future in a different way now. And that is a blessing!

Linda liked the idea of blogging her journey so much that she took the helm - so I am happy to include this link to her very own blog: http://www.gettingryan.blogspot.com/

She tells the story that only she can tell. I love my sister! And I love my new nephew!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Linda and Ryan - first kiss


We went to the orphanage today and...Linda held Ryan! She was lucky that after a short time of crying he accepted the soft cuddly teddy bear AND the animal cracker bribes. His main caregiver was a huge help in preparing him for the visit and his new mom, and soon he actually reached out and let himself be held. She didn't put him down for a second after that!

We visit one more time tomorrow, and the official adoption is on
Thursday.

We are truly blessed!

Monday, October 20, 2008

Book of the Week: Letters to a Young Poet

On the way to Hanoi (see previous post), I finally read this collection of letters in its entirety. Years ago, I came across a single brief quote from one of the letters and resonated so deeply with its sentiment that I bought the book (see http://www.sfgoth.com/~immanis/rilke/letter1.html). But I never did read the full collection -- until just now. Here is what led me to buy the book, then:

"You are so young, so much before all beginning, and I would like to beg you, ... to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Do not search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer."

At that time, what I most needed to do was give up searching for answers and instead...live the questions.

Coming back to re-read the collection on the long plane trip to Hanoi, I find much wisdom still. Rilke's belief in pursuing that which is difficult is encouraging, if not always practical. His conviction that we are all essentially alone and his view that the space afforded by solitude is a kind of creative treasure are ones that I resonate with deeply, for some reason, but do not find to be widely held. So, I have always had a great fondness for this collection of letters that challenge me to be more true to my nature in the absence of outward support or recognition.

Now, having read the collection in its entirety, along with a bit about the poet's life, I find a new favorite - these are the words immediately preceding the excerpt above:

"If you trust in Nature, in the small Things that hardly anyone sees and that can so suddenly become huge, immeasurable; if you have this love for what is humble and try very simply, as someone who serves, to win the confidence of what seems poor: then everything will become easier for you, more coherent and somehow more reconciling, not in your conscious mind perhaps, which stays behind, astonished, but in your innermost awareness, awakeness, and knowledge."

There are gems like this throughout the collection. I have said far too little about this book, but I hope that it is enough to encourage you to give it a chance.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

This is Ryan Huy Richardson

Meet 2 year old Ryan, my sister Linda's soon-to-be-adopted son. He will be meeting all three of us - Linda, my mother, and myself - in just one week! We will share the journey with photos and stories as the three of us travel to Vietnam beginning October 18.
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Monday, October 13, 2008