A precious baby of flesh and blood.
Some of you may recall that my youngest son's name is Moses. He is named after a righteous relative, Dr. Moses Gottleib, who was blown up in a bus in Jerusalem on his way to treat children as a clinic volunteer, a few months before my son's birth.
I remember Dr. Moses Gottleib.
This haunting, beautiful song and its Biblical story and Talmudic source text reminded me of a few of the fundamentals of the human story that underlies the tragedy of Toyota SUA.
Parents send their children out into a dangerous world, enclosed lovingly in any kind of protective baskets that the parents are able to give. A "basket" can be anything tangible or intangible.
Sometimes the basket is a car.
