may my right hand forget its skill.
May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth
if I do not remember you,
if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy.
Psalm 137. 5,6
“If you spend your life searching for evidence that, as Kant put it, ‘Out of the crooked timber of humanity, no straight thing was ever made’, you will certainly find it. But if you spend it searching for fragments of light that lie, as Jewish mystics believed, scattered throughout the universe, you will find them also - and this is a no less just view of the human condition.” - Rabbi Jonathan Sacks, To Heal a Fractured World