What do you when you consider everyone worth suffering for - and you've attained the level of consciously knowing you're eternal, so you can't even hope for the relief of dying the death of a billion cuts?
What you do is, you create the illusion of space/time.
And if that doesn't ease the pain, you distract yourself with trying to solve the riddle of what space/time is.
Then you try humor.
When that proves to be a temporarily palliative at best, you create the illusion of Nazi.
Then you throw yourself headlong into the fight against international Nazi advancement and encroachment.
The Ba'al Shem Tov said: "From the crying that never ends comes the song that never ends."