a true story and perhaps a cautionary tale
Is it so bad to have the walls breached?
Without it there could be no growth.
Isolation would set in,
The possible would remain impossible.
You only talk when it's useless.
Words are nothing to you.
Hashem created the synapses of your mind to be formulated for kedusha and you prefer the babblings of a madman in an empty room.
You ignore how your words are great actions.
Lashon Hara.
Kavod HaBriot.
Not Being a Total Dill-weed.
That stuff that you’re too frum to focus on in yeshiva.
She, who is fearless, who walks out of the wilderness feral-shouldered and unbroken.
The sacred excavation of helixed antiquity and brand-newness.
My favorite costume at the "Families Belong Together" protest was someone dressed as a dinosaur, with a sign that said: Walls didn't work at Jurassic Park either.
Your every step can’t help but grind riots of inquiry into the dusty dirt.
The onus is, and has always been, ours.