We pass hoards, and mobs, and oceans of strangers everyday. Diverse, worldly, magnificent strangers; yet they remain nameless, anonymous; secondary characters in our stories.
Chai Elul Sameach! A message for you from the angels on this auspicious day.
What's the point of remembering when memories are flawed anyway?
Let others bask in the surety of sunlight. You were born of the moonlight tribe.
Describing the era immediately preceding the Big Bang and ensuing inception of life as we know it, the Kabbalists describe how this unified intelligence shattered, sending sparks of primordial light throughout what would soon become our entire universe. These luminescent shards of the ultimate source-code remain hidden away to this day, concealed in mundane aspects of our life, waiting for someone to come along and decode the message
The game made us laugh, debate, and venture into un-PC territory. It also showed me that I did have a community.
There seems to be some heavy congestion between our heads and hearts.
Purim Sameach from your friendly neighborhood sacred feminine uprising!
Impermanence, no self, non-attachment: no, thanks.