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Sukkot 5762 - October 1, 2001
It Takes All Kinds
It's not just that it takes all kinds to make a people - it also takes all kinds to make a person.
It's not just that it takes all kinds to make a people - it also takes all kinds to make a person.
Twin Towers - A Spiritual Reincarnation
Why was I witness? Can I possibly understand the purpose of death, pain and suffering? No. But I can choose to learn from it. You are a child of a living, pulsating, compassionate Creator. Do it and live it. Reincarnate the souls of those torn so rudely from us.
Why was I witness? Can I possibly understand the purpose of death, pain and suffering? No. But I can choose to learn from it. You are a child of a living, pulsating, compassionate Creator. Do it and live it. Reincarnate the souls of those torn so rudely from us.
Story
The Master of Song
The room fell utterly silent. All were caught in the thrall of the melody, a melody of yearning and resolve, of ascent and retreat...
The room fell utterly silent. All were caught in the thrall of the melody, a melody of yearning and resolve, of ascent and retreat...
The Four Mysteries of King Solomon
Why do vacillation and hardship fuel growth? How can contradictory ideas embody a singular truth? Why does a simple physical deed elevate us to levels of holiness and G‑dliness?
Why do vacillation and hardship fuel growth? How can contradictory ideas embody a singular truth? Why does a simple physical deed elevate us to levels of holiness and G‑dliness?
"His left arm is under my head, and His right arm embraces me" (Song of Song 2:6). "His left arm under my head"--this refers to the "Days of Awe" of Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur; "His right arm embraces me"--this refers to the seven days of Sukkot.
— Rabbi Schneur Zalman of Liadi (Likkutei Torah)
Print Magazine
The sound of the shofar
is not the cry of a human voice.
It is the howl of an animal’s horn.
It is a cry so primal, so raw,
that the mind ceases to ponder,
the heart suspends its throb.
With the fury of a beast pent up in its cage,
the naked essence of the soul bursts out,
howling, ripping through heaven’s c...
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