I should be writing about books today. They are the things that give my life meaning. But instead, I’m doing anything and everything about the weirdness that is in me. I just read a fantastic essay on killingthebuddha.com about the Vidui prayer that’s read three times on Yom Kippur, the most important holiday in Judaism. I love the Vidui prayer. It means the most to me in so many ways.
Anyway, I’ll be back to books in a bit. I’m about to put one book to bed. But for now live in religion. Live in faith. Be forgiven.
