Our last post featured a long profound quote from nature writer Ann Zwinger, which concluded:
“Desert is where I want to be when there are no more questions to ask.”
To which, being a questioning sort of person, I took exception. After all, if all other questions fail, there remain at least three, the ones posed by the ancient rabbi Hillel. They can only be answered by the one who asks, and he or she may answer them differently at every stage of their life:
If I am not for myself, who will be for me?
When I am for myself alone, what am I?
If not now, when?
We are here in the desert right now, in a great silence, and within it — the questions resonate.