“Look at that. Look at all those people. They look like ants. Sometimes I get the feeling that’s all we are—ants. Do you ever feel that way?” His voice was quiet, and there was an edge of sadness to it. “Sometimes,” I said. “I told it to my father once.” “What did he say?” “He didn’t say anything. I told you, he never talks to me except when we study. But a few days later, while we were studying, he said that man was created by God, and Jews had a mission in life.” “What mission is that?” “To obey God.” “Don’t you believe that?” He looked slowly away from the window. I saw his deep blue eyes
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