This cell belongs to a brain, and it is my brain, the brain of me who is writing; and the cell in question, and within it the atom in question, is in charge of my writing, in a gigantic minuscule game which nobody has yet described. It is that which at this instant, issuing out of a labyrinthine tangle of yeses and nos, makes my hand run along a certain path on the paper, mark it with these volutes that are signs: a double snap, up and down, between two levels of energy, guides this hand of mine to impress on the paper this dot, here, this one.
Primo LeviThere are few men who know how to go to their deaths with dignity, and often they are not those whom one would expect.
Primo LeviToday I think that if for no other reason than that an Auschwitz existed, no one in our age should speak of Providence.
Primo Levi