Last week in class the rabbi distributed a poem by Yehudah Amichai that I like:
( A man n his life )I don't see the conflict with Kohelet (Ecclesiastes) that Amichai does. It says "a season for every purpose"; it doesn't say only one per, in either direction. (The rabbi chuckled when I pointed that out.)
I thought I would have more to say about this text, but I'm having trouble articulating it. Oh well; I still wanted to share (and record for myself) the poem.