כִּי֩ עֲנַ֨ן יי עַל־הַמִּשְׁכָּן֙ יוֹמָ֔ם וְאֵ֕שׁ תִּֽהְיֶ֥ה לַ֖יְלָה בּ֑וֹ לְעֵינֵ֥י כָל־בֵּֽית־יִשְׂרָאֵ֖ל בְּכָל־מַסְעֵיהֶֽם  

“The cloud of the Lord was upon the Tabernacle by day, and there was fire within it at night, before the eyes of the House of Israel and all their journeys.”

                                                                                                                                   Exodus, 40:38

              The tabernacle -- a shelter, an abode, the temple in the desert: the place where God rested with the Jews in their flight from Egyptian tyranny. This is truth, the irreconcilable intuition of knowing what is right: always present, even in the depths of the wilderness of life. Our job is to seek it, to create a dwelling place, so that it may sprout forth and guide us.

 

     To create a platform for the exploration of this search, to build a shelter for peace through words, our love. 

 

     Dear reader, will you join me? Will you have the strength to follow this path to its end? 

 

          Like a doe that skips to the stream, thirsting for water, my pen thirsts for truth, the secrets of heaven.

 

                                                                                                             Follow me, whomever may.