by Rav Avraham Yitzchak Kook
My spirit thirsts for Hashem.
True, at times this thirst is placed in an exile of imagination adulterated with dross.
It cries out for redemption, to be raised to its proper place, to the level of pure mind with clear knowledge, until it will be a power of rectified deed that brings about salvations in the midst of the land.
Chadarav
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