What if we lived in a world of magic?
In a world where our word, once spoken, was a binding vow?
Where we daily swore ourselves to a lover, and bound our love upon our body in so doing?
What if each day, each action, was redolent with meaning? Every choice imbued with the ability to make a difference- to impact the world?
What if you were so powerful that everything mattered?
The food you ate. The words you spoke. The way you loved. The times your body could slip into another’s, their flesh one with yours, twined together in a consummation that burned with holy fire.
What if every breath you took was one that was granted you?
What if you believed, believed with every fiber of your being, that you were chosen? You. That there was something specific only you could do, and that meant your life wasn’t yours because it belonged to something bigger than you, Someone greater than you, someone who decided that pain would be your teacher but joy would be your end.
Everything you did was a creative act.
Invisible to the eye, but inked upon the world, fiery letters flaming all around you, burning, ever burning, leaping upward, desperate for the sky.
So many times I’ve been told I live within a fairytale.
No.
I’m living as a Jew.
This is absolutely stunning!
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