Can Heaven Be Void?

July 15, 1943

I am in hiding in a loft over a stable, in a village, with good people. The risk of death hovers over me, as it does over all Jews these days, and the slightest lapse of vigilance on my part may cost me my life. I desperately need to spill this heavy burden onto paper. Perhaps it will give me a little relief.

I do not know whether I…