I’m on the eighth page of my midterm paper for Judaism: Faith and Practice, and I think I just found God.
I’m completely serious.
Through, of all things, a combination of Kabbalah and child abuse. No, really. I don’t know how long this is going to last. But, oh, wow, talk about a moment of Zen.
Q: Why is there something instead of nothing?
A: Because nothing is inherently unbearable.
I’ll try to articulate it better later. Right now, I have to finish this paper.
