![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Blink, and you’re halfway through school, paralyzed by the idea that whatever you choose to do, it means choosing not to do a hundred other things, so you change your major half a dozen times before finally ending up in theology, and for a while it seems like the right path, but that’s really just a reflex to the pride on your parents’ faces, because they assume they’ve got a budding rabbi, but the truth is, you have no desire to practice, you see the holy texts as stories, sweeping epics, and the more you study, the less you believe in any of it.īlink, and you’re twenty-four, and you travel through Europe, thinking-hoping-that the change will spark something in you, that a glimpse of the greater, grander world will bring your own into focus. ![]()
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