Last year’s Purim experience taught me a profound lesson: Friendships aren’t built on mishloach manot. Or at least, they shouldn’t be.
The Jewish Year
The holy sources tell us that there is a fundamental connection between glory/honor and clothing.
How can I refuse to act / when their existence hangs / like an autumn leaf on an oak?
In some ways, I conceive of Hashem as the greatest of writers. Except, instead of working with fictional characters in a fictional world, he works with real people in the real world.