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When I fell, something clicked. Something ancient. Something new, too. The embracing of the choice to see things that happen as meaningful, as a reality transcending the ordinary, the coincidence, the happenstance.
An impossible dreamsong of childhood, of escape, of anything being possible.
Loving a person who is depressed gives such power to the smallest words.
When it comes time to act, who will take the first step? Who will not move at all? You know who you are... Or do you?
A poem of correspondence. So many students, so many stories.
The Rebbe’s prescription for getting close to Gd: mitzvahs.
Your birth anointed me with the pure oil of fatherhood, crowned me with a diadem jeweled with responsibilities and burnished with tears.
Listen, I ask Gd, I don’t know how much I have left, but however much it is, I want time. I want more time. I want more time to not waste. I want more time to walk in a forest. I want more time to read all the books. So many books! I want more time to write. I want more time to drink strong whiskey and good beer.
