It Was Admitted By The Early Rabbis

I Began To See That My Problems, Seen Spiritually, Were Really My Soul's Plusses.

For Some Years I Deserted Religion In Favour Of Marxism. The Republic Of Goodness Seemed More Attainable Than The Kingdom Of God.

Because Of My Marxism, I Was Not Into Myths Or Miracles, Whether It Was The Virgin Birth, The Physical Resurrection Or Casting Out Demons From An Epileptic.

My Mother Enjoyed Old Age, And Because Of Her I've Begun To Enjoy Parts Of It Too. So Far I've Had It Good And Am Crumbling Nicely.

Old Friends Die On You, And They're Irreplaceable. You Become Dependent.