One Has To Trust That God Knows

The Waste Basket Is The Writer's Best Friend.

But My Gloom Did Not Lessen. I Knew That I'd Had A Bad Dream, And I Stood In The Dark Trying To Recollect It. The Second I Closed My Eyes, I Was With The Dead. They Did Things Words Cannot Express. They Spoke Madness. ("hanka")

The Yiddish Mentality Is Not Haughty. It Does Not Take Victory For Granted. It Does Not Demand And Command But It Muddles Through, Sneaks By, Smuggles Itself Amidst The Powers Of Destruction, Knowing Somewhere That God's Plan For Creation Is Still At The Very Beginning.

One Has To Trust That God Knows How To Manage The World.

Every Body Resisted (the Slaughterer) In Its Own Fashion, Tried To Escape And Seemed To Argue With The Creator To Its Last Breath.