Creation, Purpose of

Absentmindedly, I tore a leaf off a passing tree. Holding it a while in my hands, I continued my thoughtful pacing, occasionally tearing small pieces of leaf and casting them to the winds.

“For five thousand, six hundred and sixty-one years, nine months, thirteen days, fifteen hours and so many minutes,” said Father, “this particular piece of land has waited for Peretz and Mendel. It has waited for Peretz and Mendel to come and sit on it to...