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| Reciting the Alphabet, pencil, 2015 |
"In one of my favorite Hasidic
tales, it is the night of the Passover. A peasant is rushing to finish
his work in the field so he can attend to the holy service. But alas,
the sun drops and it is darkness when no travel is permitted. Next day
the rabbi spots him and asks where he's been " Oh Rabbi, it was
terrible-I was stuck in my fields after dark and had to spend the night
there." "Well," says the rabbi, "I suppose you at least recited your
prayers" "That's the worst of it, rabbi I couldn't remember a single
prayer." "Then how did you spend the holy evening?" asks the rabbi. And
the peasant answers, "I could only recite the alphabet and pray that God
would rearrange the letters."
-Robert Ellsberg, The Catholic Worker, 1979
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