Fool

A pure synchronicity with yesterday's post is the bread the Gimpel the Fool bakes, in the play we saw last night. The bread, and everything else in this material, here and now world, are imaginary, and the truth is right under that imaginary crust. It was a fitting way to celebrate Christmas Eve in the Holy Land, and it was also an invitation to reread Crazy Wisdom, a book that always sets me right. "Accepting uncertainty as our philosophy might allow us to honor each other's stories more, delighting in all the bizarre and wondrous interpretations of the mystery. We might also show more tolerance for those who appear to be fools, and for those who speak truths we don't want to hear".