Our situation now is about as tenuous as . . . a fiddler on the roof.

And yet, with every day and every night that passes, every sunrise and sunset, swiftly through these years . . . . one season following another, laden with happiness and tears . . .

there is always hope, which springs eternal in the human soul, hope that beyond it all, beyond the Pale of this worldy life, there is a greater life beyond.

Forget not the possibility of Yeshua ha Messhiach.

That is my two cents worth. I hope you don't mind.

Thanks for this very timely, profoundly meaningful history lesson.