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It made its way into our mysticism as we were told   ן ֶק ֶתְל
               םָלוֹע ָה letaken ha’olam – as what world needs healing or
               fixing if it isn’t currently hurt or broken?

               This discomfort propelled us to do things that we could
               never even have dreamed of, and to honour Yom Kippur
               as our most holy of days as we seek forgiveness for the
               endless number of sins that we commit on a yearly basis.

               But, then again, perhaps we fell in love with this
               discomfort because our surroundings required this in
               order to reconcile our reality with our outside brutality.

               After all, how could we feel like we belonged as we wept
               by the rivers of Babylon?

               How could we feel like we belonged as we were
               expelled, forcibly converted, tortured and murdered
               throughout the world as we were told that we were what
               was wrong with it, that we were the harbingers of an
               insatiable plague as much as we were the plague itself?

               How could we feel like we belonged as we were
               ghettoised, pogromed, dhimmied, scapegoated, starved
               and gaslit?

               It was this discomfort which would partially compel us to
               restart our nationhood programs at a greater level in the
               1800s, as we sought to remedy this discomfort through
               an assortment of remedies to our problems. Some
               Orthodox traditionalists sought to self-isolate from the
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