Noah Lubin, ‘BRESLOV CHASSID’, 2016, Eden Fine Art

Before I accepted believing in g-d, I would ride my bike late at night through the streets of Chicago, and talk out loud to g-d. Everything I wanted to say. Like a madman. No one could listen long enough except for the wind. So I talked. When I got older, I would go late at night, and sit in the Synagogue. I would scream out loud to g-d. I felt that I could empty out myself. I didn't have to worry what others thought and how much sense I made. I later discovered that this was a central practice for spiritual Jews. It's good to know there are other crazy people out there like you. Here's one of us. He is talking and eating the letters. Perhaps from Sesame Street.

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