No less naive was the young man who spoke to me one day, many years ago, as I was about to give a little seminar somewhere on the meaning of life. His words went roughly like this: ‘Hey Frankl, don’t be angry with me, I’ve been invited to my future in-laws tonight. I really do have to go, and I can’t stay for your lecture; please be so kind and tell me quickly, what is the meaning of life?’
