Binah — Reflections on Existence

From the time that the first human dipped hands into red pigment and pressed symbolic consciousness onto the cave wall with a groan into its darkness, it has been the work of the woman to hold stories of the world’s grief and joy in her cupped palms. To weave her words in a universe where […]

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