Potash Feldspar woke up and looked at the time. There, glowing brighter as the day progressed, the information projected on the closed drapes read 8:01AM. 58 degrees Fahrenheit. Hanetz at 8:45AM. His tired old eyes widened slowly and he rolled over to see his wife lying next to him, still sound asleep. Mr. Feldspar got dressed and put on his watch, which synced effortlessly to the drapes and his vitals came on screen. “Modeh Ani L’fanechah” he began to recite to himself.
Somehow, we learn that modesty is about externals. About hemlines. About shame. About sex. Yet is it?
When we idealize people, we give them power over us. They are big and we are small.
How to be half-Russian, half-Orthodox, and half-religious, but a whole Jew.
In Vayishlach, Yaakov is given a new name: Israel. We may learn from Yaakov's life journey that God is always with us even during the darkest days. Through crippling and painful darkness, He never abandons Israel.
I'm sick of hearing people I agree with ask why. You know why. You know why Sweden, and England, and France, and "the academy", and the whole universe wants us to die.
The struggle of having opinions and hating politics wholeheartedly at the same time.
And why I don't go. I wouldn't go back, but I'm not going to lie: I think about the old days and there are certain things I still want that I can't have.
