A sci-fi Jewish dystopian story. That's right, you heard me.
From the time Evan left until college I never felt truly secure with friends. The years in between were filled with anger, loneliness, and an inability to feel close to anyone, until I met Simcha. Suddenly it occurred to me that I could try mixing my art with my religion.
Eve lives inside my skin...she is primal, she is woman, she is curious, she is new, she is wild...Eve is not "The fallen slut that caused all the trouble," though oversimplifications of texts would have us believe that.
We would never fix the brakes on our cars without help, yet we routinely assume we can fix the far more complicated brakes on our thoughts, speech and deeds.
I exist beyond biology....I am a warrior and my cause is honesty...I choose to feel everything.
for
the splendor.
the receiving.
the taste of aleph-beis on my tongue.
the tambourine beating in my blood.
I needed to find the meaning in all this. I found two rabbis who comforted me, one from the Talmud, and one from Ohio.
Tevia’s iconic translation is blaringly wrong! L’Chaim would mean ‘to life’. L’Chaim, plural, literally means ‘to lives.’
Like an alcoholic I feel like saying, "It's after Yom Kippur somewhere", as I crack open my spirit once again. Maybe I should stop. I've had over thirty Yom Kippurs already and I need to drive home.
These are some of the songs that help me try harder and help me feel closer during these Days of Awe. Enjoy.
