That's the way the pan flashes, that's the way the market crashes

[sovay]

It had previously occurred to me to wonder about the interaction of seders and sheltering in place, but somehow it had not quite clicked with me until tonight that however we celebrate Pesach this year, it will be in a time of plague that is rather more concrete than a drop of wine on the rim of a plate. By now I am accustomed to light my Hanukkah candles against fascism: the lights of who we are that cannot be snuffed out. I never did paint אמת on the forehead of the bronze statue of Justice Louis Brandeis. I know that almost all of the sacrificial components of Judaism dropped out with the destruction of the Second Temple, but I really feel I should be putting blood on my doorposts this year.