He knew that there could be no meaning to someone who was dead. Meaning came out of living. Meaning could come only from his choices and actions. Meaning was made, not discovered ... The things he’d wanted before — power, prestige — now seemed empty, and their pursuit endless. What he did and thought in the present would give him the answer, so he did not look for answers in the past or future. Painful events would always be painful. The dead are dead, forever.
Matterhorn (Chapter 23)