פתחים סמויים מהעין

מאחל לי ולכל אהוביי ומכריי, שנזכור לבקש את החירות שבלב, שנזכה לברוא מציאות שתחלץ אהבת אמת, נסים ונפלאות.

חג שמח.

Inside of me there is a deep well. In it God sits. Sometimes I can reach him. But more often stones and debris block the entrance. Then God lies buried. Then he needs to be excavated. I can imagine some people praying with their eyes raised up toward heaven. They look for God outside. But other people lower their head and hide it in their hands. I suppose they look for God inside of them.

Etty Hillesum August 26 1941