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Origin Story

A poem by Zohar Atkins
Image: Elisha ben Avraham Crescas/Wikimedia Commons
Image: Elisha ben Avraham Crescas/Wikimedia Commons
Dr. Zohar Atkins is a Fellow of the Kogod Research Center at the Shalom Hartman Institute of North America. He is also a member of the inaugural cohort of North American David Hartman Center Fellows and is the founder of Etz Hasadeh. He holds a DPhil in Theology from Oxford, where he was a Rhodes Scholar, and semikha from the Jewish Theological Seminary, where he was a Wexner Graduate Fellow. He received both an MA

Originally published in Tablet

This poem leaked from a lab, you said.
I said, the revealed world is an egg
whose mother we can never know.
A long life is consolation for what’s beyond us.
What does one have to do with the other, you said.
Chance is the divine skin and meaning the game
in which it is bruised.
Sounds nihilistic, you said, Juuling into augmented moonlight.
The ground littered with nests and shadows.
Nihilism is an enemy whose story you haven’t heard, I should have said.
But my strength vanished.
Let me go, you said.
And so I did.

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