Hitlabshut and Histalkut: when the Light pulls up and when it schools you
We might call it “ spiritual emptiness ,” like it’s some kinda diagnosis.
But if you look at it without dramatizing your own heart, you’ll see something
else: sometimes the Light just switched …
Anonymous Criticism
Anonymous Criticism What led me to write today’s column wasn’t oversensitivity, but recurrence. We've been receiving a succession of messages from the same sender, hidden behind an apocryphal address, committed to disqualifying not only my work but, above all, my team—and tha…
Religious Fanaticism
Religious Fanaticism — Limits, Respect, and Spiritual Freedom There are people who turn their own
faith into something that behaves like a badge: it gets them into any place,
lets them occupy any space, interrupt any conversation—and then they’re
offended when someone asks whethe…
Disguised Convenience as Love
Disguised Convenience as Love Real love almost never needs defensiveness to keep existing. It may fail, it may stumble in form, it may become rough when it brushes against an old fear, but it faces the conversation because it knows the bond is not sustained by the pretty version …
Memory, Guilt and the Shortcut
Memory, Guilt and the Shortcut I remember a day when the building seemed to be perpetually two steps behind its own breath, and nothing was, in fact, “on fire,” yet everything was treated as if it were—as if public life had turned into a room full of overly sensitive alarms, the …
Identity Without Prison: The Balance of Personality Governing the Self
Identity Without Prison: The Balance of Personality Governing the Self
When we say “this is who I am”, are we describing traits or signing sentences?
Are we recognizing patterns or hiding behind ready-made identities?
And more importantly, are we certain that this “w…
2026: The Beginning of the Crossing
2026: The Beginning of the Crossing
The scene is simple and, for that very reason, cruelly true: New Year’s
arrives with fireworks in the sky and screens glowing on people’s faces, yet
inside almost no one feels any real “turning.” Only continuation. The same
che…