on sabbath night i pray you pass over our sins as you passed over our rooves in egypt when in frightful salvation you made a differecne between the them and the us and this is the first tiem i have not rolled up tin the dust, blinking from incense and ceremonies tha in gulit i no longer udnerstand, honey in my hands and the crumbling of matzoh and the whining and the finding something new in cold and dust and the sutffed up nose, this is the mroning of the world and how, as she said, rapture rarely comes unalloyed.