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There Is A Quiet Humor In Yiddish And A Gratitude For Every Day Of Life, Every Crumb Of Success, Each Encounter Of Love... In A Figurative Way, Yiddish Is The Wise And Humble Language Of Us All, The Idiom Of A Frightened And Hopeful Humanity.

When A Human Kills An Animal For Food, He Is Neglecting His Own Hunger For Justice. Man Prays For Mercy, But Is Unwilling To Extend It To Others. Why Should Man Then Expect Mercy From God? It's Unfair To Expect Something That You Are Not Willing To Give.

The Truth Is That What The Great Religions Preached, The Yiddish-speaking People Of The Ghettos Practiced Day In And Day Out. They Were The People Of The Book In The Truest Sense Of The Word. They Knew Of No Greater Joy Than The Study Of Man And Human Relations, Which They Called Torah, Talmud, Mussar, Cabala.

When The Time Comes I Will Go Joyfully. Whatever May Be There, It Will Be Real, Without Complication, Without Ridicule, Without Deception.

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