Omg guys, so today at my rosh hashana service, my rabbi, instead of giving a D’var (kinda like a sermon) about the torah portion, he. literally. read. a. fanfiction. he. wrote. about. it. It was trippy as fuck and kinda poorly written, but like- seriously, a Torah fanfiction. He literally said…
In honor of rosh hashanah starting tonight, I’m bringing this back.
I can’t stop singing praises to Emma Watson even if I tried like in one single speech she not only advocated for women to be treated equally as men but also touched on the fact that men are also victims of gender inequality while also addressing the fact that she is already incredibly privileged
All of the haters can just sit the fuck down because she just killed the game of life
5,000 Candles in the Wind
❝ When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me-it still sometimes happens-and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again.
I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous-not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… . That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… . That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… . That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… . The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful. ❞
— Ann Druyan on her husband Carl Sagan (via shygothswin