My feelings on Passover are more myriad and complicated, but ultimately, everyone needs a place to live where they are free. What does it mean for one people's freedom to impinge on another's?
The day is an ocean that parts *every single day* to let us through. And like going through the sea, we rush ahead, the day washes closed behind us, and not everything is resolved because we still don't know how to glean milk and honey from the sand. Because that's as good an act of finding god as any.
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