I recovered my infant Judaism, but in a reformist version.

The secular world is more spiritual than it thinks, just as the ecclesiastical world is more materialist than it cares to acknowledge.

During the Second World War, evacuated to non-Jewish households, I encountered Christianity at home and in school.

Because of my Marxism, I was not into myths or miracles, whether it was the virgin birth, the physical resurrection or casting out demons from an epileptic.

I began to see that my problems, seen spiritually, were really my soul's plusses.

Praying privately in churches, I began to discover that heaven was my true home and also that it was here and now, woven into this life.

I still go to a Christian priory for retreats.