It's not hatred that kills people, it's indifference
When you die and go to heaven our maker is not going to ask, 'why didn't you discover the cure for such and such? why didn't you become the Messiah?' The only question we will be asked in that precious moment is 'why didn't you become you?'
Occasionally, I come to moments of anguish in the text.
There are no accidents, only encounters with destiny!
There is no word in Hebrew for religion, by the way.
And to write is to sow and to reap at the same time.