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Rabbi Kook explains in his introduction to Shir HaShirim the importance of literature to the development of the reborn Israeli nation. “Literature stands waiting to express all of the spiritual concepts which are hidden in the depth of the humanity’s psyche. As long as one thread of man’s inner being is still hidden and lacking expression, it is the duty of art to reveal it” (Olat HaRiyah, Part 2, Pg. 3).
Literature’s task is to explore the depths of the human psyche and provide the vehicle to bring man’s inner spiritual being to expression.
For Israel to return to its true Torah culture, all writers, not only writers from Hollywood, must become masters of penitence (baale t’shuva). As Rabbi Kook writes:
“Out of the worldly, too, will emerge the holy, and out of the brazen liberalism will also emerge the beloved yoke of the Torah. Golden chains will be woven and will arise out of the poetry of free thinkers, and a luminous penitence will also arise from the secular literature. This will be the great wonder of the vision of redemption (Orot HaT’shuva, 17:3).
“The feelings of penitence in all of their glory, including the profound upheaval of the spirit which they engender, must become manifest in literature, so that the generation of the revival will understand in the depths of its being, the importance of repentance as a living and vitalizing power, and thus the generation will return and be healed” (Orot HaT’shuva, 17:5).
So, here is the conclusion of "Heaven's Door."
On my way back down the landscaped mountainside toward the sparkling Sea of Galilee, I decided to stop in Tiberias and pay my respects once again to Maimonides. The portrait on sale at the kiosk was the very same dignified sage whom I had seen up in the tribunal in Heaven. Hoping that the painting would remind me of all his teachings, I purchased one to take home. I said a few prayers at his tomb, thanking him for his life-saving intervention. Then I started the two-hour drive back to Jerusalem, replaying the tapes and reviewing what I had learned.
In a nutshell, following the principles of Maimonides meant sticking to a proper diet, preserving sexual energy, loving other people (but not their wives), believing in God, avoiding negative character traits like arrogance and anger, and keeping to the “golden path.”
This time, I didn’t stop to pick up any hitchhikers, feeling that I had experienced enough new encounters on my trip.
When I arrived at the hotel, I checked in at the front desk and decided to have a drink before going up to my room. My nerves felt shot, and I was somewhat frightened about the journey that lay ahead. I didn’t know if I would tell people everything that had happened, but I knew that changes were certainly in order, and I was psyched-up to make them. Tangled in my thoughts, I sat at an empty table and ordered a gin and tonic. Before the waiter could bring it, I noticed a woman sitting alone at the back of the room. She stared over at me rather boldly, stood up, and walked over to where I was sitting.
“Do you mind if I join you?” she asked with an embarrassed smile. “I thought I’d have a grand time on this trip, but I’ve discovered that visiting a strange country is no fun at all when you’re alone.”
I may not have been 4000 years old, but I wasn’t born yesterday, and I knew when a woman was making a pass. She was dressed nicely, wasn’t unattractive, and from her accent, I guessed she was probably from somewhere like Finland or Norway.
“Why not?” I said, being polite and motioning her to sit down.
When the waiter arrived with my drink, she ordered a glass of white wine. Smiling, I raised my glass in a friendly toast, but my hand suddenly started to shake with an uncontrollable tremor. As if bitten by a snake, my hand shot violently into the air and the ice cubes went flying. The whiskey splashed in her lap. With a small cry of surprise, she stood up to wipe off the stain.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, startled by what had occurred. “I’m sorry about your dress.”
When I set down my drink on the table, the voice of Saba Yosef sounded in my ears.
“Don’t worry about her dress,” he told me. “Worry about your soul. And mine.”
Then, as suddenly as his voice had materialized, it vanished.
“That’s OK,” the woman said. “I brought a suitcase of dresses on this vacation, though I really don’t know why. Jerusalem doesn’t seem to have much of a night life, if you know what I mean.”
When I didn’t respond, she said, “Are you all right? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I’m not feeling so well,” I told her. “I think I had better call it an early evening.”
After signing my name on the check, I took the elevator up to my room. I had two phone messages waiting. They were both from my wife. I was thrilled to hear her familiar voice on the recording.
She was fine, she said, and wanted to know how I was doing. Was I safe? Had I found the old man?
How fortunate I was to have such a good woman with whom I could share my life. A feeling of sweetness rose up inside me, a renewed yearning to reunite with the bride of my youth and begin our marriage anew.
She had left second message on the following day. “You won’t believe this,” she said, “but our long lost daughter called. She’s out of money and wants us to wire her cash. What should I do?”
Goose pimples broke out over my body. Saba Yosef’s email had gone through.
“Don’t send your daughter money,” the seer had advised me. “Tell her that you’ll give her some when she comes home. Then, when she feels your love for her, with God’s help, there will be a change for the better.”
It was going to be a wonderful reunion, I thought, being with my two favorite women, my wife and my daughter.
All I had to do was to stay on the golden path - and keep a steadfast lookout for you know who.