I was still in the batter's box when Ancestry tossed me a reference to that Isaak Keller, clearly him, with the right birthdate and the right parents. The document Ancestry had found was a death record. 1942. Dachau.
Read moreNiggun Kislev
A beautiful niggun by Yoel Sykes, sung gorgeously by the cast at Transcendence Theatre.
Read moreDiscontinuity, and a German Cemetery
When I stood at that cemetery on that rainy hilltop, I felt seen. Not that I in particular was foreseen, but that the possibility of me had been contemplated.
Read moreRain!
Remember Miriam who had the women meet their husbands at the water,
And set her brother in a basket in the water.
Who led the people in song and dance when we had crossed the water,
And whose faithful well supplied our folk with abundant, unlikely water.
For her sake, do not withhold water.
In Suffering: Take Heart
In that moment, all I could do was be. I couldn't talk or text or think. I became the Universe. The Universe was 5'11" long and shaped like me. I was all there was. I was me being ill. And me being the Universe. And the Universe experiencing being ill. I was a complete unity of body and soul, individual and whole, supine on grey carpet under florescent lights.
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