Oh, Zion! Dear Zion! I have a lush novel planned–full of carnivals and music and beautiful girls slow dancing with their young men on moonlit patios. In the broader landscape described here, kindly old men will give sing-song sermons full of teary-eyed spiritual assurance. It will all be set to a big, swelling chorus, and..
Picture a baseball stadium full of Hasidim — somber faced, bearded men wearing black hats and frock coats. Their hair, by our standards, appears both a little ragged and severely uniform at the same time. Shaved close above the ears and in the back and then allowing for long, curled sideburns in front, (what they..
I have a soft spot for anyone seeking an explanation for the universe, and our place in it. I suppose that even includes the judgmental and the irritating, because the pursuit itself is desperate for self assurance. We’re all trying to box up our foggy doubts, to turn our spiritual conjecture into solid stepping stones,..
