I figured out what I most liked about the book Ariel Samson, Freelance Rabbi on its last page, in its very last line.
Life used to seem magical. I'd succeed against the odds and even against the facts. Can I regain some of that power?
Thank you, sincerely, for the unsolicited advice. Thank you, Jerusalem, for it all.
As an artist, I'm going nuts.
For me, it's Haman. It's not as awkward as it seems, I promise.
I gave birth to a rich afterlife realm. Judgment, adventure, insight, amazement... it's all there.
Death, you are my hugest fear, but also a sneaky beam of brilliant hope for transcendence.