July 10, 2026
Be Yourself
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July 9, 2026
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The Abyss Taught Me That Connection Is Everything
Please see my new article in The Times of Israel called "The Abyss Taught Me That Connection Is Everything."

A terrifying dream of being cut off from everyone and everything I love became a powerful meditation on what it means to belong. Through the ideas of karet, exile, and Zion, I came to see that the deepest human fear is not pain but disconnection from G-d, from people, and from purpose. The dream also reminded me that life is meant for relationship: to cleave, to build, to return, and to create continuity rather than isolation. In the end, it left me with a renewed gratitude for belonging and a deeper conviction that connection is what makes life meaningful.
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The Abyss Taught Me That Connection Is Everything
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Suffering,
Times of Israel
July 3, 2026
Happy USA 250
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July 2, 2026
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"זן נדיר" (We Are a Rare Breed) By Corinne Allal
We fear our own shadow
We are fleeing from a crazy party
Pushing our way into rowboats
Every dry land is a sinking ship
When digging bomb shelters
We are a rare breed
A strange bird
Dreams in the air
Head in the ground
We deceive mostly ourselves
Not blind but we do not look
And it’s unclear what we will leave behind
Except for the fears
We are a rare breed
A strange bird
Dreams in the air
Head in the ground

We cling to the walls of the houses
And most of the time are ashamed of our bodies
Digging bomb shelters
And most of the time are ashamed of our bodies
Digging bomb shelters
We are fleeing from a crazy party
Pushing our way into rowboats
Every dry land is a sinking ship
When digging bomb shelters
We are a rare breed
A strange bird
Dreams in the air
Head in the ground
We deceive mostly ourselves
Not blind but we do not look
And it’s unclear what we will leave behind
Except for the fears
We are a rare breed
A strange bird
Dreams in the air
Head in the ground
"זן נדיר" (We Are a Rare Breed) By Corinne Allal
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