Simply love, kindness and understanding. The Sephirot that repairs the world with gentle embrace.
Forlorn, compulsory, like a deep river or a dispute calmed by touch and remembrance. Like undine tears, that don’t fall, they cascade. Formed formless. The measure of simple and devastating things, like warm embrace, forgiven sins and Love. Ephemeral and – I beg your pardon my son, my answers are tangled in the labyrinth of your question. How does one succinctly describe the font from which kindness springs? Such is the mystery of Hesed.
– a conversation between Father and Son, overheard, under the shade of a Tree