I just completed Night and ...there is so much I want to say but I simply can't. Words don't seem enough. I have descended into a necessary darkness and a trembling; every single page shattered my heart for all time. The book is long and short all at the same time; it seems as if the pages stretched out from the beginning of time to infinity. What madness...and how can we possibly make sense out of any of it?? Dr. Wiesel not only writes about his experiences in chilling detail at the Buna concentration camp but also questions his faith ("Where was God at Auschwitz?"), questions...everything (how can he not??). He was only a child of 15.
"Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, that turned my life into one long night seven times sealed.
Never shall I forget that smoke.
Never shall I forget the small faces of the children whose bodies I saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky.
Never shall I forget those flames that consumed my faith for ever.
Never shall I forget the nocturnal silence that deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live.
Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes.
Never shall I forget those things, even were I condemned to live
as long as God Himself.
Never Shall I Forget from Night by Elie Wiesel.
*our stories are important. terribly terribly so.
*when we see injustice, we must speak up. we must. if we don't, there will be no-one left to speak up.
* we have to try to make sense and give meaning to our lives by speaking our truth. the time is not tomorrow...the time is now.
* as impossible as it is to understand such madness...we must try so as: not to forget and not to repeat.