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 began to see that my problems, seen spiritually, were really my soul's plusses.
Pious XII was too neutral to mention the gas chambers; decent people like my own family were turned into devils by crude Christianity.
It's more fun to watch without joining in.
I recovered my infant Judaism, but in a reformist version.
When you do a good turn you feel rich, even if you are broke.