Monday, August 02, 2004

Lay Your Hands On Me

As I finish my evening prayers, and ready myself for bed, I start to put on some soothing classical music.

Then, overwhelmed by the emptiness of my hovel and my soul, I feel compelled to listen to some Thompson Twins, who are wholesome in a goyish sense but still sing sentiments contrary to Torah. "Back and forth across the sea, I have chased so many dreams... I was tired and I was cold... With a hunger in my soul... Lay your hands, lay your hands on me."

It makes me wonder again about the tension between Orthodoxy and modernity and where exactly I come down.

I'm glad that my prospects are so poor that I am no longer tempted by available young women.