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Seeing the moon from the desert, from the Ile de la Cite in Paris, from a starry camping night
By Our ReadersJuly 1984The unity that Judaism is looking for is the point at which, without losing this brain, a corridor of correspondence is opened between this brain — the individual identity — and the transcendent identity. But it isn’t that I become annihilated and flow into the great river; it’s that I am maintained in a scale model relationship to the transcendent. I stay here, but I grow outward. I stay here, but I use my here only to be positioned onto there.
By Howard Jay RubinJune 1984Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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