Pesach! At the Beit ha-Mikdash! And Yom Kippur... I want to know what it was like for my ancestors back in the day, how they encountered God, what it was really like to do a coming-close, a qorban, with the incense and the Leviim singing and the noise of the crowd and the smell of the barbecuing meat. And I want to go earlier and offer up at one of the many slaughter sites too from my own flock. And I want to hear the prophets speak. And I want to go later in one of the first synagogues, davening by memory. And I want to go to the Beit Hillel and learn there. Oy that would be wonderful. Maybe too I should visit a concentration camp so that I really know. And maybe too I should visit the hasidim in Europe (I want to meet Reb Zuzya and see how much about his stories tell truths about his character.) And I'm sure I could keep going. My ancestral history pulls me in every direction.
Dauer