On Saturday evening, the students of EIE went to the Kotel, or Western Wall, in Jerusalem. I have been to the wall many times before so I was not expecting to feel anything different than what I had already felt towards it. Once we got there and actually caught a glimpse of the wall, I realized that I had been wrong.
I had never felt a more powerful feeling in my life. I don't even know what words can be used to describe this feeling. I walked closer and closer to the wall until I was finally close enough to touch it. It was like something came rushing through me and I knew that this was special. It is almost as if there are ancient souls hidden beneath the wall and they just want to reach out to you and congratulate you for making it to the Kotel, a holy place where prayers to God will be heard.
I think reacted so emotionally towards the Kotel because the first time I was there I placed a note, but I was little so I didn't know any better. The next couple times I felt like a tourist and I went just for the fun of it, but this time was different. I was by myself. It felt like it was just me and God. I was able to say what I felt and feel like someone was on the other side listening and telling me what to do.
The fact that I have no words to describe what I felt reminds me of God's name. Although there is a distinct spelling and everyone knows what it is, there is no perticular way to say it. When going to the Kotel I felt that many people experinced the same feeling that I had, but none of them had any idea how to describe it. It was just special.
I really like your thought about the connection between God's unpronounceable name and people's (in this case yours specifically, but I think it applies to most people) inability to express our deepest feelings. Maybe that's part of the reason why God's name is unpronounceable?
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