Reuven Chaim Moshe Ben Moshe Chaim Reuven stared out the pod bay window. Another distant planet disappeared out of view, and he let out a sigh. His ship, the Nebuchadnezzar, stabilized and went into hyperdrive. Shabbos was coming, he thought.
In a world seemingly absent of Soul, what’s the point of Peoplehood, anyway?
Potential experiments are everywhere, but I'm afraid.
What are you keeping inside?
The price we pay when we look the other way.
Nature is lovely as long as it's not too nature-y. Sukkot seems in harmony with that notion.