There Is No Specialized Art Of Prayer.

The Meaning Of The Sabbath Is To Celebrate Time Rather Than Space. Six Days A Week We Live Under The Tyranny Of Things Of Space; On The Sabbath We Try To Become Attuned To Holiness In Time. It Is A Day On Which We Are Called Upon To Share In What Is Eternal In Time, To Turn From The Results Of Creation To The Mystery Of Creation; From The World Of Creation To The Creation Of The World.

Proximity To The Crowd, To The Majority View, Spells The Death Of Creativity. For A Soul Can Create Only When Alone, And Some Are Chosen For The Flowering That Takes Place In The Dark Avenues Of Night.

Celebration Is A Confrontation, Giving Attention To The Transcendent Meaning Of One's Actions.

Prayer Is Our Humble Answer To The Inconceivable Surprise Of Living.

There Is A Realm Of Time Where The Goal Is Not To Have But To Be, Not To Own But To Give, Not To Control But To Share, Not To Subdue But To Be In Accord. Life Goes Wrong When The Control Of Space, The Acquisition Of Things Of Space, Becomes Our Sole Concern.