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It’s freedom that is unreliable, that is gained through pain. The salt water we put on the table on the evening of Pesach represents the tears of those who broke loose from their chains. And the bitter herbs remind us that the life of a free man is inherently painful. Listen carefully, son—the instant you feel the touch of honey on your lips, ask yourself: of what, of whom, am I a slave?”
A dokh leben oune liebkheit. Dous ken gournicht gournicht zein. To live without affection is not living at all.
