YOU JUST NEVER KNOW
There is a sweet Hasidic story of a rabbi in a small Russian town at the turn of the century who accomplished the “submission to not knowing,” who learned to live in emptiness. For years he had pondered the mysteries of the universe and the deepest religious questions. Finally he concluded that when one got down to the very root of things, one just did not know. Then one morning, shortly after reaching this conclusion, he was walking across the town square when a Cossack, the town policeman, accosted him. The Cossack was in a bad mood and thought he would take it out on the rabbi. “Hey, Rabbi,” he demanded, “where do you think you’re going?” “I don’t know,” the rabbi answered. This reply infuriated the Cossack. “What do you mean, you don’t know?” he yelled. “Every morning at eleven o’clock for the past twenty years you’ve crossed the square on your way to the synagogue to pray. Here…
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