Two Tragedies

There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it.

-- George Bernard Shaw

When Sartre wrote Nausea, in café de flore(?), he probably did not think about his another European thinker counterpart, Viktor Frankl, formulated his thesis, Man's Search for Meaning, in another laboratory – Auschwitz. I do not know whether poetry after Auschwitz is possible. However, it showed that nausea in a most beautiful café in the most beautiful city can be ascertained.

How is this possible?

‘Man is condemned to be free,’ asserted by Sartre. Or a Nietzsche's claim, borrowed by Frankl :'He who has a why to live for can bear with almost any how.’

A Why which was experienced in Auschwitz and a Condemnation hypothesized in Paris?

A mysterious abyss in life in 20th Century, indeed.