In colorful birdlike free flight, with a wide wingspan of a bold Eagle preying on meat miles below, diving in and out of the sun struck clouds in and out of a silver lining shining reflecting, like a thumbnail put up to a candle flame on the Havdalah, Shabbat candles lighted with closed but not blind eyes, burning so brightly it causes visions of images alive in a dark room.
A Sabbath is coming and the weather will be warm and breezy, lake water waves to rise like challah dough into split waves like split braids. A wall of sea on each side of you as you comfortably confidently walk into the sea walls into the middle of them and not get wet. G-d split the seas and we survived while the Egyptians died.
The Ten Plagues sweeping the continents without vaccines, some living while others die. Darwin tells us it is "the fittest who survive." Drowning in an ocean and pulling down your partner holding onto him by the neck drowning him so that you can keep your head up and breathe.
Desperately trying to make friends by pretending to be in wealth successfully adding to your material possessions with more and more, hoarding, having little rooms, rooms that do not change even when you repaint the walls a different color. Rooms that hold experiences of transgressions against others that you have not apologized for, did no repenting, begged no forgiveness, the room is still the same, the memory is there in the room, a haunted room, a room that carries living dancing dark shadows even in the brightest of sunlight.
A miracle occurs: transcending that room, breaking free, opening the door, unlatching the gate, springing out and spattering the memories of the room onto the sidewalk as you step confidently away, never to return.
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