When you have an interior life

When you have an interior life, it certainly doesn’t matter what side of the prison fence you’re on. . . I’ve already died a thousand times in a thousand concentration camps. I know everything. There is no new information to trouble me. One way or another, I already know everything. And yet, I find this life beautiful and rich in meaning. At every moment.
― Etty Hillesum, An Interrupted Life: The Diaries, 1941-1943; and Letters from Westerbork