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

Jews are just like everyone else, only more so.

The Christian use of religion as a personal love affair both shocked me, and attracted me.

I was certainly open for something being on the edge of a nervous breakdown, perplexed by my own sexuality. I was gay.

Early on I saw the repression and idolatry of Stalinism, and when it cracked, I was open to religion again.

To change, to convert? Why bother?

My mother enjoyed old age, and because of her I've begun to enjoy parts of it too. So far I've had it good and am crumbling nicely.