CLINICAL PSYCHOLOGY In the FACULTY OF HUMANITIES

Human respect! There is the touchstone. For as long as the Nazi respects only what resembles him, he respects nothing but himself. In rejecting contradiction he destroys all hope of man’s ascent, establishing for a thousand years in its place the robotism of the ant-heap. Order for order’s sake castrates man of his essential power, which is to transform both the world and himself. Life creates order, but order does not create life. It seems to me that our ascent is far from complete, that tomorrow’s truth grows out of yesterday’s error, and that the contradictions to be overcome are the very compost of growth. We recognise as ours even those who differ from us. But what a strange kinship! One that is based on the future, not on the past. On the end, not on the origins. We are each other’s pilgrims, who toil along different roads towards the same meeting place. But today human respect, the very condition of our ascent, is threatened. The creakings of the modern world have led us into darkness. The problems themselves have no coherence; the solutions contradict each other. Yesterday’s truth is dead, tomorrow’s still to be constructed. No valid synthesis can be glimpsed, and each of us holds but