The breakthrough and the fall. We’re in fear. We complain. And again. Bread and meat. And all things neat. And we fight some more. It seems we’ll fight till the end. And perhaps the answer is to never stop fighting. Journey. Hold on to G-d. Try again. Sing.

Moshe can handle the complaining. Soul can handle the heart and mind - the confusion, the uncertainty. The question remains. Who is driving. The kids or the soul. Am I consumed by my concerns, or can I guide myself forward while listening to my concerns. Can I turn to G-d.