Too Tasty to Walk Away..

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Lately, I've been in a wistful, moody state. Lamenting and musing over too many things.  I remember once a lady came to me. She was at an all girls seminary and, of course, being Black and Jewish brought on some questions.

So, she came by to ask what I thought of Black, Blackness, black people, etc.  I gave her my most inspiring speech yet. I told her the wonders that I find in it, the downs about it, the possibilities and even quoted and gave her the Likutei Moharan to read things herself.

She replied, "that's what my teacher told me!"

Turns out, a certain well respected teacher told her pretty much the same thing.

Except.

Except, how the teacher framed it was a holy, but bland manner.  How I framed it was in a desirous and holy way. (most people view it as Unholy and desirous, I think).

But in the end, I think she preferred the holy, but bland view. lol.