Around three, give a month or two, reality took a turn for me.
At the least, curiosity was not an option anymore.
Curiosity, pecularity and obscurity took hold of my soul.
How can one live life fully without being grounded in meaning?
Seems unreasonable to me that I should not take time out from routine and
know the truth of it all.
"Off with their heads!" I'll never forget those harsh words impacting my ears.
What could she mean? Why do such a terrible thing?
I resolved to spend as much time as needed to answer that question.
At last, it become apparent that three year old capacity was no match for advanced political banter.
However, a deep yearning persisted and demanded some level of resolve.
Years latter, the framwork of my early yearing was by chance discovered. It goes like this.
"If I am not for myself, who will be for me?
If I am for myself alone, what am I?
If not now, when?"
By: Rabbi Heil
By: Bert J. Wainwright
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