All Action Is Vicarious Faith.

To Become Aware Of The Ineffable Is To Part Company With Words...the Tangent To The Curve Of Human Experience Lies Beyond The Limits Of Language. The World Of Things We Perceive Is But A Veil. It’s Flutter Is Music, Its Ornament Science, But What It Conceals Is Inscrutable. It’s Silence Remains Unbroken; No Words Can Carry It Away. Sometimes We Wish The World Could Cry And Tell Us About That Which Made It Pregnant With Fear--filling Grandeur. Sometimes We Wish Our Own Heart Would Speak Of That Which Made It Heavy With Wonder.

For Many Of Us The March From Selma To Montgomery Was About Protest And Prayer. Legs Are Not Lips And Walking Is Not Kneeling. And Yet Our Legs Uttered Songs. Even Without Words, Our March Was Worship. I Felt My Legs Were Praying.

Normal Consciousness Is A State Of Stupor, In Which The Sensibility To The Wholly Real And Responsiveness To The Stimuli Of The Spirit Are Reduced. The Mystics, Knowing That Man Is Involved In A Hidden History Of The Cosmos, Endeavor To Awake From The Drowsiness And Apathy And To Regain The State Of Wakefulness For Their Enchanted Souls.

I Have One Talent, And That Is The Capacity To Be Tremendously Surprised, Surprised At Life, At Ideas. This Is To Me The Supreme Hasidic Imperative: Don't Be Old. Don't Be Stale.

Just To Be Is A Blessing. Just To Live Is Holy.