Truth

Down there, on the ground, was the piece of art. That's what they called it, anyway. It was black-and-white checkerboard tile. It looked like somebody had cut a square out of a kitchen floor and placed it on the ground. "You're kidding, right?"

Again, he is alone. Again, he trudges through the desert, through the white sand, hoping to find something, something outside of himself before he goes insane. Something to save him.

It is complacency, not questions, that pose a threat to Judaism. Questions propel us out of the lethargy of our comfort zones to dig deeper and discover the greater truths hidden within our eternal Torah.

All the experiences I've gone through, from every time I've exercised, to the wedding, to my class in the Old City have all been metaphors. They are channels to Truth.

I gave him the list. Two pages long. Everything from, "How do I know the Torah is from G‑d and that it's true?" to "Why did G‑d create scorpions and mosquitoes?"

Realness. Authenticity. Sincerity. Are these all lost qualities in our day and age?

So it turns out that Truth is Eternal. If we are connected to a source of Life and Truth, we will last forever. And if we eventually fail, it means that we were not totally truthful, that we might just have been a Deceiving River...